#every time she was on screen i felt the biggest crush

[mrsbarnesblog]

you deserve the world

masterlist ko-fi ao3

College! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You were in a relationship with a man who had never truly cared about you, but after catching him cheating on you at a friend's party, you eventually decided to end things with him. The good news was that there was always someone who wasn't going to let you go through it alone.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: toxic relationship, cheating, name calling, gaslighting, protective Bucky, feelings.

Author's note: college Bucky + some angst = my favorite combo. I already have a cute idea for the part 2 so stay tuned ☺️

“And what about you, ma'am?” The waitress asked, looking at you. 

“Um–” 

“She’ll get a salad and a glass of water, thank you.” John interrupted you, not allowing you to choose for yourself. Everyone at the table went quiet, looking at you, and you felt the heat spreading on your cheeks. There was nothing new in the fact that John always decided for you, but no one from your friend really knew about that. 

You quickly nodded at the waitress with a polite smile and gave the menu back. When she left, you really hoped that this question wouldn't be discussed, but you were wrong. 

“What the fuck? You said that you were hungry. Why do you even listen to him?” Natasha, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table with Bucky, Steve, and Wanda, angrily looked at you. 

She was really protective over you, and she hated John. Natasha tried to convince you many times to break up with him, but every time you tried, he somehow managed to manipulate you to stay. And you hated yourself for being so weak. 

“Natasha, please, don't start it.” You begged, feeling that John was losing his temper. “I'm not hungry, I'm—”

“She’s on a diet, right, baby?” His fake smile made you almost want to cry, but you just nodded. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes, not for the first time hearing that from your shitty boyfriend. Steve and Sam looked mostly disappointed or even concerned, but Bucky… Bucky looked furious. 

You weren't best friends. You hung out only when the team got together at the parties, and since John was extremely jealous, it had never been only the two of you. But you both felt something every time your eyes met or when you sat too close to each other. He always gave you that one-sided smile that made your knees weak and the plums of your hands sweaty. It seemed like John had always sensed that tension between you and did everything to ruin it, even fighting with Bucky a few times over it. Their enmity was unspoken, yet everyone on the team knew the real reason.

Bucky had a crush on you probably since the first day when you came to see the game, but no one on the team besides Steve, Sam, and Nat knew that. You had a boyfriend, so he had no place to ruin it. Well, that's what Bucky thought at first. But when you started spending more time with the team and he started seeing the real sides of your relationship, it made him want to just pull you out of there. 

You were so kind, and cute, and beautiful, so Bucky had to put effort into not staring at you like a creep. Everyone on the team adored you because you were nothing but sweet to them. But the person who was supposed to be your biggest supporter actually slowly ruined you. 

Bucky noticed the way your face dropped every time John ignored you and didn’t pay attention to your words. He was too busy chatting with someone on his phone or just casually didn't care and didn’t even try to hide it. Your eyes would flick between his face and the phone screen, and then you stopped talking and sat quietly, probably too deep in your thoughts. 

It really broke Bucky’s heart that you were taken for granted and that you weren't with the man who would give you the whole world without you even asking. And right now, he felt just a hot rage in his veins at the thought that John didn't care about your feelings; he was making decisions for you and convincing you that you needed to be skinnier. 

“Did you decide that?” Your eyes shot at Bucky, who was looking like he was about to punch somebody. His brows were slightly furrowed, his jaw tensed, and there was not a single hint of the playfulness that he always had.

“I know what's better for her, Barnes. She’s not yours, isn’t she?” He winked at Bucky and threw a hand over your shoulder, carelessly dragging you closer. You squeaked at the sudden movement and tried to push your boyfriend away, mumbling a quiet “stop”. 

“Oh, believe me, if she were mine, she wouldn’t try to push me away like that, Walker.” Bucky looked directly at you, making the weird feeling blossom in your stomach. The things that you were feeling for Bucky were wrong; you knew that. You had a boyfriend, and thinking about another man was basically cheating. 

But how could you not? 

He looked at you at every opportunity—you saw it even if you didn’t show it. Bucky was a charming man, a gentleman, with a beautiful face and a kind heart. Even though you weren’t so close, you were able to collect pieces of information from other guys, and you wanted to know him so badly, but it seemed like John felt something weird and forbade you to talk to him. 

Your heart told you otherwise, though. You felt a reaction in your body every time Bucky smiled or laughed, even not with you, when you accidentally touched his hand a few times, and when you caught his baby blue eyes in the room. 

It was never like that with John. John has been your first and only everything since high school, and after some time, it felt more like a routine to be together. He didn’t want to let you go, even though you suspected that he was cheating. You couldn’t say whether you loved him or not, but his usual coldness, carelessness, and annoyance when you were around made you think that you were the problem. 

You were not ready to admit that you often lay in bed before going to sleep, thinking about how your life would be if you dated Bucky. 

There was more tension between John and Bucky than usual after that night. They even got into another fight in the field over nothing, and you couldn’t help but think that it was partly your fault. 

On Friday evening, there was a party at Bucky’s and Steve’s house. John was against you going there, and you got into another big argument over it, so he said that was not going to drive you there, and it was your own responsibility. Not that he usually gave you a ride somewhere; even on the rare occasions that were supposed to be a date, he went there in his car while you had to take a bus or a taxi. 

He will apologize later for everything he said to you, but he will still repeat it a few days later. Those emotional swings honestly drained you; you were sick of his behavior and disrespectful words and of the way he was treating you. But you still stayed for reasons that even you couldn’t name. 

Natasha, your usual lifesaver, picked you up despite your refusal, and after almost thirty minutes of driving, you pulled near the house with the loud music and a lot of people everywhere. 

Holding Natasha’s hand, you walked through the bunch of people dancing and drinking into the room where your group usually sits. Two large sofa’s and a few armchairs were filled with boys from the team, Wanda and Yelena; the coffee table in between them was almost breaking from the weight of the alcohol bottles. 

“Look who I got here.” Natasha slightly pushed you further into the room, and you followed her, still holding her hand, smiling and saying “hey” to everyone in the room. You definitely didn’t miss the way Bucky checked out your figure in a soft green dress. 

He was sitting next to Steve, holding a bottle of bear in his hand, and he was looking awfully attractive in the simple jeans and t-shirt. He also had that boyish smile, which made you feel weird. 

You were stuck on the coach between Natasha and Thor, who was laughing so hard that your entire body moved with him. Sam gave you a red cup with your favorite drink in it, and you sat comfortably laughing at the jokes with the group.

Even at parties, “Avengers” liked to hang out together, and with loud music and a lot of strangers in the house, it was fun and relaxing. People from your little circle came and went; some of them wanted to dance, some wanted to find a girl for the night, and when there were only your closest friends left, you remembered about John. It's already been half an hour since you came here, but you haven’t seen him. 

“Did you see John? He said that he'd be there.” 

“I saw him once, he should be somewhere here. Do you want me to find him?” Always cute and ready-to-help Thor looked at you with his kind puppy eyes and smiled.

“No, thanks, Thor. I’m just curious.” You waved your hand at him and soon forgot about your boyfriend, too interested in another playful argument between Sam and Bucky.

After another ten minutes, when your drinks finally started working, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom on the second floor. The boys didn’t let anyone besides your group go on the second floor, so as it seemed at first, the corridor was empty. You did what you needed to in the bathroom, and when you almost went down the stairs back to your friends, a weird noise caught your attention. 

You went in another direction, and around the corner, you saw something that you definitely didn’t expect. John was almost eating another girl’s face. Her legs were wrapped around his naked body, and his t-shirt was carelessly thrown on the floor. Your sudden gasp probably gave you away, because John immediately stopped and looked at you. 

Bucky had just finished another bottle of beer when strange noises came from the second floor, and you almost ran down the stairs in tears with John chasing after you. 

“Y/N, please, wait! That’s not what you think! I can explain!” John was struggling to fasten the belt on his pants and was half naked. The tall blond girl walked down the stairs, looked at you with a grin, and disappeared into the crowd. And then it hit Bucky. He cheated on you.

That motherfucker cheated on you.

Guys stood from their places, as if the same thought came to all of them at the same time. John grabbed your hand, not allowing you to leave the room. You tried to get away, but he brought your shaking form closer and looked almost as if he were truly sorry.

“C’mon, you know that I love you. It was just sex. Please, honey. Don’t be mad.” He spoke too softly. It was obviously so fake, and it made you want to vomit. You looked at John through tears. You tried to stop them, but they were just streaming down your face. The painful wound in your chest felt like you were suffocating.

You were breathing heavily, trying to control yourself and not make a scene. God, everyone could see you. Your closest friends were watching your interaction, which was so fucking humiliating that you wanted to flee right then and there.

Steve and Sam both held Bucky by his hands so he wouldn't interfere. You had to end it on your own, but Bucky was in such rage that he could’ve probably killed John.

“D-don’t touch me, please. I don’t want– I don’t want it, I’m sick of you, of this. I-I’m done.” You stuttered, pushing him away from you, but John refused to let you go. 

“Don’t you understand that you need me?!” As always, his behavior changed in a blink of an eye, and now, again, you were responsible for his actions. “It’s your fault. It wouldn’t have happened if you had given me what I needed… And can you stop fucking crying and put on a performance for everyone?" You shook your head to not let his words settle in, but you were already too hurt and broken to fight or stand up for yourself. Now you were blamed for your boyfriend’s cheating, and once again, he reminded you that your emotions were wrong. 

The whole team looked at how your posture changed, you made yourself seem smaller, and your head was low with eyes glued to the floor in shame. Everyone was ready to step in, but Natasha was already ahead of everyone. 

“I knew that I had to chop off your dick many years ago. You’re just using and manipulating her into thinking that she is the one to blame, while you are the piece of shit responsible for it.” Using the fact that Nat caught John’s attention, you ran past him back on the second floor, locking yourself in the bathroom.

As soon as you ran away, it became messy, with screams and almost a fight between Bucky and John. Sam and Steve weren’t able to hold him anymore. He was so pissed, ready to wipe off this asshole’s smirk for the way he talked to you. 

Bucky was able to throw a punch before his teammates dragged him away and held John by his hands too. 

“You’re trying too hard to get into her pants, Barnes. She’s not worth it.” John laughed, and Bucky tried to escape again, only to be stopped by Natasha, who got sick of this childish behavior. 

“James, go find her." She started throwing orders. “Boys, get the trash out of the house.” Her perfect red nail pointed at John behind her back. “And you, go fuck yourself. You’re not getting near her ever again, I promise you this.” 

“Are you sure?” Bucky furrowed, not sure how you would react to his company. 

“Yes. You know that you can help her. We both know that.” She licked her lips, stepping closer to Bucky. “But if you ever hurt her, I swear to God, it’ll be your last day on earth, Barnes.”

You quietly slid down the wall, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle any sounds. Your heart was ripping apart, and you felt like you were going to faint. So stupid, so fucking stupid. The tears were rolling down your cheeks nonstop, and you just curled into yourself, crying and suffocating. It was probably your own fault that you hadn’t noticed everything earlier; it was obvious. John didn’t love you and didn’t care about you; he saw you as a possession and it made you sick thinking about every time he humiliated you.

It could be only a few minutes or a whole hour when you hear a soft nock on the door. Your whole body froze, waiting until the person went away. 

“Doll, it’s me.” Bucky. You felt the relief washing over your body, but you still refused to answer him or make any sound. “Doll, please, open the door. I know that you’re here. I just want to help you.” His calming and deep voice brought another wave of tears to your eyes. Bucky was always so gentle with you and it felt weird—you weren’t used to that treatment, especially from a man. 

You stayed quiet. Bucky tried to turn the handle on the door again, but it was closed, and you heard the muffled sound of his forehead touching the door. 

“Please, at least say something. Talk to me, Y/N. I need to know that you’re okay.” 

“Leave, Bucky.” You said between not stopping sobs. “I’ve already embarrassed myself enough.” 

Bucky's heart sank to his stomach from your words and the way you were crying there over the man who didn’t deserve a single drop of your tears. “Don’t say this, doll. The only person who embarrassed himself was Walker. You have nothing to be ashamed of, I promise. Just open the door, sweetheart.” You couldn’t resist anymore. And even though you hated the thought that Bucky would see you looking like this, you reached for the lock and opened it. 

He took a deep breath before stepping in and softly closing the door behind him. You looked so small, sitting on the floor in a ball, with your face hidden behind your hands and hair. Bucky kneeled in front of you, gently placing his hands on your wrists and pulling your hands away. He shook his head when you were avoiding his eyes and trying to stop crying, when your whole body was almost shivering with emotions and pain. 

Your eyes, cheeks, and nose were red, your face was wet with tears, and your mascara was slightly smudged.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He mumbled before stroking your hair with his left hand. Bucky’s movements were so slow and careful, as if he were trying not to scare you. “C’mere. And you shouldn't be sitting on the cold floor; you might get sick. ” Bucky himself sat on the floor near you before his other hand slipped under your legs and lifted you sideways onto his lap. 

When you felt two strong arms wrap around you, your body dissolved into his. Your face perfectly fit into the crook of Bucky’s neck, and you sobbed out loud. 

“Sh-h, that’s okay. You can cry if you want to, doll. Don’t hold it back. I’ve got you.” You shook your head, gripping his shirt in your fists. You tried to control yourself, but the way Bucky tried to calm you down and was so sweet made you even more emotional. 

You were crying, hidden between his neck and shoulder, while Bucky rocked you like a baby and kissed your head. His hands never left your body, creating a safe space and grounding you.

“I’m so stupid. I’m so fucking stupid. It’s my fault that it happened. I should’ve left a long time ago. I don't—I don’t know how it got so bad.” Your voice was weak and you couldn’t stop crying as the images from the night flushed through your mind. “I’m sorry for ruining your night, Bucky.”

“No. Don’t ever apologize for things like this, doll. None of this was your fault, you hear me?” Bucky took a deep breath as the rage began to form in him towards the coward who made you so unsure of yourself. "You are the sweetest person I have ever met, and I swear everyone on the team adores you. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and I'm so sorry that it happened to you. But you should know that we’re all on your side. If you let us, we’ll make sure that John won’t bother you again, sweetheart.”

“You’re so sweet.” You smiled through tears, gripping his shirt harder.

“Because that’s what you deserve. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you.” He mumbled into your hair, but it didn’t respond. Now that John didn’t control you anymore, you just didn’t know what to say or how to feel about the warmth that Bucky’s presence and words had given you. 

Bucky sat there with you, probably for another ten minutes, while you were calming down and your tears were slowly ending. After your crying session, you just felt exhausted; your body was aching and your eyes felt so heavy that you almost felt asleep on Bucky’s firm chest. 

“Hey, doll, don’t fall asleep here.” He slightly pulled you away when he felt that your breath started slowing down, ready for sleep. Bucky held your face with his right hand and gently tried to wipe your mascara. “You’ll stay in my room, okay? I won’t let you drive home in a taxi like that, and everyone else here is drunk. But first, we should take off your makeup. 

“What? No, I won't sleep in your room, it’s your place.” The cutest little frown appeared on your face and Bucky bit his lip to not make a comment about that. He helped you get up, still having a firm hand on your lower back, and walked you to the sink. “Oh my god, I look horrifying.” 

“Actually, you’re really cute. But we should take off your makeup. You can’t sleep like that and your eyes will hurt in the morning.” Bucky stepped to the side and opened the drawer. “Here is everything Nat has. Is there anything to wash your face with?” He curiously examined the bottles, reading the labels and frowning at the unknown words. 

You couldn’t hold back a small laugh at the confusion on his face and reached to take the right one, squeezing some product on your hand. Bucky had a small smile on his face, noticing that he was able to make you forget about John, at least for a few minutes. “Can I help you?” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I want to.” Not breaking eye contact, Bucky took a new clean towel, wetted it, and gently placed his left hand on your neck while the right one wiped your makeup off. 

You froze at your place, studying Bucky’s face. He was so concentrated on his task that he probably didn’t even notice you staring. Your heart was beating too fast, and your skin was burning under his touch. You craved him, only now understanding how much your body and soul needed him. 

“You look so pretty without makeup.” Bucky smiled at you, and you couldn’t hold your own smile from forming on your lips. “Wait a second.” He stormed out of the room and returned in less than a minute with one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. “You can wear it. Now finish here, change your clothes, and you can go to sleep, okay?” As soon as Bucky got a nod from you, he smiled, placed a light kiss on your forehead, and left you alone in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror with a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

Bucky’s clothes smelled amazing, just like he always did. You spend a good minute with your face buried in the t-shirt that he gave you before finally putting it on. You looked at yourself in a mirror, feeling relieved and kind of happy for the first time in a while, until your phone on the counter buzzed with messages and you saw that someone texted you several times. 

Your heart sank in your stomach when you unlocked the phone, and your eyes started quickly reading the messages from John. 

Where the fuck are you? 

Come back now, or you’ll regret it, Y/N. 

I saw how Barnes run after you

Are you fucking with him?

I knew that you were just a whore

Can’t even keep your legs close, can you?

He’ll just use you, that’s everything you're good for anyway

Always played hard to get with me, but you’re just like any other bitch

Are you going to answer me? 

You’re really pissing me off right now

“Doll?” After sending Nat a message that you were okay and that you were going to sleep in his room, Bucky knocked on the door because you were too silent there, but you didn’t answer him. “Is everything okay? Can I come in?” He leaned closer to the door and still heard nothing. 

Bucky slightly pushed the door, and the first thing that he saw was you in his clothes. He almost made a comment, until his eyes shifted to your wet, teary face. Your hand with the phone in it was slightly shaking, while your gaze was glued to the screen. You didn’t even notice Bucky’s presence until he stepped closer to you and forced you to look at him with a hand on your face. 

“Hey-hey-hey, what happened, sweetheart? I left you a few minutes ago, and everything was fine. What’s going on?” The concern in his voice made you want to cry even harder. You hesitated for a few seconds, wondering whether you should show Bucky the text messages. What if he thinks the same? What if John’s right, and that’s everything Bucky wanted from you too? 

But the way he was looking at you, so genuinely worried, wiping your tears once again, made you give up. 

As soon as the phone was turned towards Bucky, you saw the instant change of emotions on his face. His brows furrowed, the blue eyes that were soft and caring before narrowed, and his jaw clenched. Bucky was filled with so much anger that he was ready to go after your ex and beat him up. Such a sweet and cute thing as you did not deserve to be treated this way or to hear such words directed at you. But Bucky knew that it was the wrong time to show his emotions; the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, so he just swallowed his anger, took the phone out of your hands, and put it in his pocket. 

"Please don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to a single word he’s saying, Y/N.” Bucky pulled you into himself, and you once again melted under his touch. His firm chest and tight grip around your shivering body made you feel safe. “You’re the sweetest fucking person ever. You’re everything that any guy could ever dream about. You deserve the whole world to be gifted to you, doll. He knows that he lost the best girl and now wants to hurt your feelings and boost his own ego.” Bucky started stroking your hair while mumbling reassuring words into your ear. “I want you to be strong. I want you to see in yourself what I see in you. Promise me that you’ll try. And I promise that I’ll help you.” You nodded against Bucky’s chest, now too emotional about his words. “Now let’s get you to bed, that’s enough for today.”

Bucky led you to his room, which was dark with only one nightstand lamp on. You’ve been here several times at other parties, but you've never really had time to look around. It was so… Bucky? Dark and comfy, with random books laying here and there, two coffee mugs, and his uniform on the chair. 

“Can you lay with me? At least until I fall asleep.” You whispered as you sat at the edge of the bed. How could he say no to you when you looked at him with those eyes? 

You got under the blanket, already feeling like you were about to fall asleep. Eyes heavy, body exhausted from the stress and all of the tears you’d cried today. Bucky climbed near you, lifting one arm as a suggestion for you to hug him. And you didn’t waste a second. You got closer to him, perfectly fitting under his arm, and wrapped your own hand around his waist. Bucky hesitantly touched your fingers on his stomach with his free hand, but you just went in and interlaced them.

“Thank you for everything, Bucky.” You mumbled against his shoulder, barely keeping yourself awake. “I– I wish everything went differently. I like you, you know that? I always did. But now I don’t know what to do.” You nuzzled deeper into him, listening to his steady heartbeat. 

“Well, then I am happy to even have a small chance. Everyone knows that I go crazy about you. But we’ll talk about it tomorrow, sweetheart. Now sleep, you had a long day.”

“Mhm… Just don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.” Bucky kissed your head, listening to you fall asleep. The only thing that he could think about was how he was going to make you his and shower you with all the love you deserved.

[everything-fine-n-peachy]

agree to disagree (z.cl)

pairings: zhong chenle x reader genre: high school angst summary: y/n thinks chenle has the biggest head on the planet (literally and figuratively) and chenle is a boy with a crush and a lot of issues to work through.

warning: slight mention of parental neglect and ensuing anxiety

You hated Chenle’s guts. 

There was just something about this boy that made your eyes roll every single time he was with you in the same room. You had to agree that there were perks to haveing someone as affluent as Chenle in your grade. The sponsorships from his family during school events meant that teachers were inevitably more lenient. But behind this so called generosity, you could clearly see the humble brag that he was. 

Everyone adored the fair skinned boy who liked to laugh obnoxiously loud with his friends who all wore rolex watches. There was an undeniable envy behind the thin veil of admiration that everyone seemed to have though. Except you, ya’ll stay safe. 

You knew it since day one of the 7th grade when the teacher announced elections for class officers a week prior. Elections that you intended to win. The next day Chenle showed up with a bag of lollipops for everyone, automatically securing him a win as president of the class while you lost with less than five votes to your name. 

It wasn’t to say that he did a lousy job. But he wasn’t going to silently work behind the scenes, no. He liked to make everyone aware of his status and wealth in the most subtle of ways. Free snacks whenever he felt like it, free entrance at the golfclub their family owned, and souvenirs for everyone from when he would go overseas with his grandparents. And you hated it. The feeling of being treated as a charity case. Like this boy thought he could buy everyone’s love. But not you. 

“I hope everyone enjoys the free handwash mom says they cost a lot,” he announced. You with the long French braid and mouth full of braces promptly had enough by then. 

You approach him with your irritation having reached it’s limit within your stature of four-feet-eleven. “If you’re always going to tell us how expensive everything is, then I think you should just shut up,” you spat, shoving the pink paper packing into his chest. You walk away with satisfaction as Chenle muttered crap about how it was from the tropical islands of whatever country you couldn’t pronounce. 

Your hate was was palpable across the entire grade for the next five years. Everyone knew that you and Chenle didn’t mix except maybe your 12th grade English teacher. 

“Class this is just for the first term. No one is being forced to sign a marriage certificate so I would appreciate if everyone cooperated with their partner,” Ms. Son commented as she flashed the list of pairs on the screen in front.

You visibly frowned, “you gotta be kidding me.” Jaemin, who sat next to you tried to contain his laughter upon realizing that you had in fact been paired-up with Chenle. Ms. Son eyes anyone who dared to complain before explaining the project. “I want each pair to pick a topic that you disagree on. For the next nine weeks I want you to come up with a presentation on how communication skills will help you understand a different perspective.” 

Murmurs fill the room. Some of your classmates are excited. Many are quite bored and just wish the bell would ring. You are downright fumming at Chenle’s audacity to wave at you from across the room when your eyes meet. 

On the first meeting you drag yourself into the library for the inevitable. Chenle lounges lazily on one of the bean bags, engrossed in his tablet. You drop your things on an empty table before clearing your throat. 

“I think the sooner we get this over with the better,” you say with a tight lipped expression. He agrees before standing up and joining you on the table. 

You notice him studying you and can’t help but fumble with your pencil and notebook. “Why are you looking at me?” 

“I just can’t figure out why you hate me so much,” he mutters more to himself than to you. 

“We’re here to discuss the assignment.” you pointedly respond before proceeding to go over some of the topics you wanted to tackle. As you’re reading off the list you notice Chenle’s eyes linger on you a few times. You find the way he can keep eye contact unsettling but you push on wanting the assignment to be over sooner rather than later. 

The good news was that you found plenty of topics that you disagree on. The bad news was that none of you could get through a conversation without picking a fight, well mostly you couldn’t get through a conversation without picking a fight. 

You mutually decide that Renjun would be present on your second meeting. You both think maybe a mediator would help you. But not even 30 minutes in and Renjun’s hands are rubbing his cheeks in frustration. 

 “Let’s take this from the top shall we?” He reiterates,” you need to listen to each other first. Stop trying to win over each other.” 

“I think there’s nothing wrong with using your connections to get farther in life, if I have an advantage why shouldn’t I use it?” Chenle states.  

“If said advatange is within your reach because of privileges that you have, shouldn’t that be regulated by policy?” You bite back. 

“They /are/ regulated by policy. Don’t companies have referals? Isn’t that even better since people are vouching for them?” 

At this point Renjun let out an exasperated sigh. None of you were listening to each other, let alone him. “Guys, the pont of this assignment is to hear both sides. I need you to find some common ground,” he exclaims earning some looks from other kids in the lounge. 

The two of you promptly stop arguing. Renjun sighs again, “you don’t actually disagree as much as you think.” 

You snort in response, “yeah and Chenle just needs to get his big head back to earth to see that not everyone has a rich family who can get them places.” 

“Why do you always act like that’s a bad thing?” Chenle retaliates. 

“It’s a bad thing when you keep trying to buy your way through life!” you yell. 

You visibly see Chenle shrink back into his chair. His face morphs into something you’re not sure of. Even you are a little surprised at yourself. 

Chenle presses his lips together. He laughs to himself before speaking, “well, I don’t know what to say to that. But I have taekwondo training in five, so …” 

You watch Chenle gather his stuff in silence. You stare hard at the blue metallic surface of the table long after Chenle is out the door. 

“That was pretty mean even by your standards,” Renjun said. “I get that he’s annoying but isn’t that a bit unfair considering you barely know him?” 

That night you stare up at the ceiling finding it hard to sleep. You toss and turn thinking about Chenle. You remember the boy who bragged about his thousand dollar drone, the boy who accidentally dumped his iphone in the pond and had a new one the next day, the boy who liked to tell people that money wasn’t a problem. 

Then you also remembered that he was the boy whose parents didn’t show up to any ribbon ceremony, the kid who constantly brought nannies instead of family to his school shows, and the only one who hadn’t received a personalized letter from his mom or dad during the senior retreat in 10th grade. 

You think you don’t really know Chenle as much as you’d like to think. Maybe you were the problem for allowing your 7th grade grudge get the best of you for the last five years. Maybe, you needed to give this project a chance by not sabotaging it nearly as much as you did. 

You’re nervous when the third meeting comes up. Words have been scarce between you and Chenle but you at least have the decency to set up another meeting at the library. You’re a few minute early but soon five minutes turned into ten and ten turned into twenty. You attempted to text your partner but to no avail, you try and look for him yourself. 

A few steps into the 12th grade corridor you hear shuffling in one of the rooms. Curious, you follow the sounds and find yourself face to face with Chenle who was in the process of pacing. You can’t help but notice that his hands shake a bit. 

“Go away,” he says. When you don’t follow his command, he let’s out a shaky breath and a tiny laugh before slumping against the wall. You stand and watch as he sinks to the ground. 

“You’re probably right. All I have going for me is my family and I can’t even please them. Can't win a medal, can't get on the merit list.” 

You find yourself sitting next to him, leaning your head against the wall. Not quite sure what to respond, you let him drawl on. 

“I don’t even like taekwondo,” he laughed to himself again. 

“Why do you do it then if you don’t like it?”

“It’s the only tournament my dad ever attends.” 

Your eyes look straight at the windows that offer a view of the sun setting beautifully in soft hues of pink and stark orange while you both bask in the misery of the moment. 

“I got into university today. The university that they wanted for me so badly.” 

“Do you want to go?” 

“No,” he chuckled, covering his face with his hands. 

“Then don’t go. You’re plenty smart I’m sure you’ll find a good university that you actually want to go to,” you reply turning your face to look at Chenle. 

He takes a deep breath, shaking his head. “My parents have already paid for the first semester.” 

There’s a long pause before Chenle speaks again. “I was thinking about what you said a couple of days ago. It kinda stung but it wasn’t something I heard for the first time.” 

You unconsciously shift your position, uneasy at how Chenle’s demeanor changed from the last time you spoke to him with Renjun at the students’ lounge. He seemed so vulnerable, cocky have-it-all attitude all gone. Instead, a very much exhausted Chenle seemed to take his place. 

“I don’t take any offense, don’t worry,” he assured you. “I just reaized for the first time that I actually let myself use my pain as an excuse. I parade this generational wealth around since that’s all it was ever good for.” 

You feel yourself soften at his confession. Not that he was totally forgiven but it was a start. “That still isn’t an excuse for me being mean to you for the longest time. I apologize,” you mutter, eyes looking ahead. 

“I guess we can call it even since I’ve been a jerk to you, too. Sorry bout that.” 

You turn only to realize that Chenle was already looking at you. He had always been looking at you except you never did notice. He liked the way your eyes reflected the pretty sunset. Even after five years, his crush on you hadn’t worn off. 

Truth be told, he pulled half the stunts he did to get your attention. Winning class president, giving away free strawberry hand soap because he had overheard that you liked the color pink, engaging you in arguments, and everything in between. 

He knew from when you didn’t back down from him during class elections. Since then he only found more reasons to reaffirm his feelings with everything you do. His heart would skip a beat when your bright voice fills a room when you talk about social injustice, the way you were so proud of your dad, a teacher on career day, or the way you earnestly listen to your friends when they have something to say. 

Chenle offers his hand, “to new beginnings?” 

“To new beginnings,” you replied. 

As you’re both standing up to leave you can’t help but feel the urge say something. “Chenle, about the university. I guess there won’t be any harm if you honestly tell your parents that you don’t want to go. Just a suggestion,” you offer with your palms raised. 

For the first time, you experience Chenle smiling at you. Like, really smiling at you. You aren’t particularly sure why but you notice the crinkle of his eyes and the lopsided curve of his lips and you can’t help but feel endeared. 

“Well, there’s that,” he says. “But I’m hungry. We should order pizza.” 

You nod in reply, “as long as you aren’t getting them with pineapples, I’m down.” 

Chenle’s eyes widen as he slowly lowers his phone, “you don’t like pineapples on pizza?” 

“They’re disgusting, no.” 

“But they bring out all the other flavors!” he exclaims. 

You smile at him while he continues to tap on his phone. As you walk down the corridor you think- no, you feel that something has changed and even if you wouldn’t want to admit it, you were glad that it did. 

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” you finally said, putting one foot in front of the other. 

[gayassbish]

Girlfriend Furina! Highschool AU

Continued From: Genshin Girls and Crushes on Each Other!

Genre: Fluff (a little angst? mention of miscommunications)

Reader: Gender Neutral

Character: Furina! (duhh)

A/N: This is from my first ask. Thanks again anon!

Furina-

Would say something like “I dont need you,” or “you’re the one whose lucky to have me, NOT the other way around,” while cuddling the crap out of you and burrowing her face into your neck.

She likes feeding you and watching your reactions to the variety of sweet shops she frequents. Notes your most pleased facial expressions to certain sweets and always buys those for you later!

Spoils your rotten but won’t admit that she does. If someone calls her out on how she spend money like it’s nothing on you, she’d just tell them it’s money well spent to see you giddy. Would never say it in front of your face though.

Changes her lock screen of you every 2.5 days. Has pictures of your cheeks full while eating, sleeping on her lap, playing with roadside cats and so many more secret ones that she doesn’t want others to see.

Fights with you when you guys kiss. Has to be the one in control or she’ll get all fussy. She’s kissing you, not the other way around so what she says goes! If she wants to kiss for an hour, you will have to sit there while she kisses you for an hour.

Always has to have something of hers touching you. Her hand on your waist, arm drooping over your shoulder, her hand just actually holding yours, or her feet touching yours when your sat across from one another. And when she’s not there beside you, you better be wearing a hoodie than smells like her or all the matching necklaces and bracelets she bought you.

The biggest hurdle you guys go through though is how Furina gets scared to how deeply attached she is to you. You quickly become someone she cannot invision without in her life. She question the normality of her feelings and asks herself if all high school relationships feel this way? And this attachment scares her so bad she feels like running away before she gets hurt.

She’s never felt the need to be so close to someone before. The fear of her losing you eventually leads to her pushing you away or her growing distant sometimes. It causes some miscommunication between you two.

Furina does this by picking fights with you over the stupidest things to test how much you like her.

Fighting over, “you didn’t text me goodnight last night,” and “how dare you look at another girl,” but when Furina sees how willing you are to deal with her bratty catty attitude, she calms downs. Her puffed up cheeks and tense body language, relaxes when you tell her that you’re not going anywhere.

When she eventually realizes that she is not someone who you just put up with, but someone you love and someone you think is worth being with, all those silly thoughts she has goes down the drain!

Besides the rough patches of insecurity, Furina is a really good lover. She may not naturally express her feelings for you with words, but she does with actions. It can be a bit confusing in the beginning but you get the hang of it!

Like she’s always contradicting herself! Tells you she doesn’t love you that muchhh in one moment but then is all over you in the next.

The easiest way to get her to tell her true feelings is pretending you’re hurt or mad. Ask her, “You really don’t love me?” with a pout and puppy eyes and Furina breaks.

Starts stuttering, (would never apologize) but accuses you for hearing her wrong and that you’re too stupid to understand her jokes. If you press on however, and continue to ask if she really loves you or not Furina will get up from wherever she is, walk over to you, sit on your lap, and hide her face in your neck as she whispers shyly the words “I love you.” … Then she quickly gets up and runs away.

P.S. Furina’s favorite past time is imagining your future wedding <3.

A/N: Have y’all read ‘I love Amy’? BECAUSE OMFG BIBI is so Furina.

[cherrypeaking]

all night (sakura miyawaki x fem!reader smut)

wc: 2.3k words

summary: your best friend sakura invites you for another sleepover… except this time you can’t contain your feelings of attraction towards her…

content warning: best friends to lovers, reader uses she/her, mean dom!sakura, degradation, praise, face sitting, oral (kkura receiving), fingerfucking (yn receiving)

a/n: this is my first time writing for sakura of le sserafim 🫶🩷 i love her so much i’m so down bad for her so i hope i did her justice ;_; <3

a special thank you to my crystal gem 💎 @1004tyun for always encouraging me and liking to read my sneak peeks i love you so much my favorite person 🥺🩷🫶💎

“Ah…!” you shrieked, immediately hiding your face in Sakura’s shoulder.

The latter giggled at how easily scared you were from the game she was playing while you were watching her.

“Come on, Y/N… this is far from being the scariest part…” she purred, teasing you as you felt your cheeks heat up.

You looked back at the screen, cringing at the sight of Sakura’s character patrolling a — seemingly empty — dark, dirty room.

“I wonder how we can get out of th— OH!” Sakura jumped a little, making you squeal again.

An enemy had spawned on screen, and your best friend wasted no time to attack it.

“Done!” she cheered, before looking at your shivering form.

“I take it you’d rather we did something else Y/N?” she softly asked, running one of her hands in your hair to calm you down.

You nodded, before looking at her with a frown.

“You invited me for a sleepover, Kkura… I don’t want to have nightmares when we go to sleep…” you whined and looked away when you noticed her smirking at you.

“Sorry… this new game is so good.” she said as she turnt off the TV.

You scrutinized her every moves, she seemed to be getting ready to go outside.

“You know what? I’ll go get us some snacks.” she told you, not noticing your intense staring at her.

Sakura, being your best friend, was very comfortable with you, not really minding if you saw her changing.

But her being so relaxed around you was like constant torture.

You had been having the biggest crush on your best friend for a long time.

Even if she didn’t feel the same — that was what you were convinced about at least — you couldn’t help your feelings from growing bigger and bigger.

You knew someday you might have to confess your feelings, or else you would implode.

“Y/N? I’ll be at the supermarket, is there anything you’d like?” Sakura’s question snapped you out of your reverie.

You looked at her and blinked a few times.

“Chips.~” you said, making her nod.

“Got it. I’ll be back in half an hour, Y/N. Make yourself at home in the meantime.” she informed you, nearing the door to pull on the handle.

When you heard it slam shut, you sighed before fanning yourself with your hands.

Gosh I really need to calm down.

You let yourself collapse onto your back, feeling the soft mattress underneath you.

Sakura kept occupying your thoughts. It felt like you were watching an adult film without any means for you to press pause.

‘Y/N… what are you thinking about?’

You would hear her in your mind and could even visualize how she looked.

You two were at the table, having dinner together.

Sakura was wearing just a black tank top, showing off her toned, thin, arms. If you looked down, you’d see a pair of shorts, barely covering her slim thighs.

The mere sight of your best friend in such a girlfriend material fit was driving you crazy.

You looked away, burying your face in one of her bed pillows.

That was something you almost regretted doing, because…

It smells like her…

Suddenly, you felt yourself get a little wild.

Would it be bad… to get off right then and there?

Your heartbeat quickened and you couldn’t help hiding your face even more into her pillow.

Part of you just really needed to get rid of the arousal you had right now. But you had to wait right?

Except another part of you… was thinking about how sexy it would be… not to know if Sakura would catch you getting off to the thought of her or not.

You bit your lower lip, thanking the lord you had chosen to wear loose pajamas for tonight, as your hand quickly dipped inside of your panties.

While imagining that your best friend was on top of you, taking care of your arousal for you, you started imagining the conversations you two would have during a moment like that.

“A-ah… yes… Kkura…” you sighed out, feeling your fingers already getting wet just from touching your outer lips.

You were so aroused.

All you wanted was for her to come back home and take you right then and there, while telling you, you were hers now.

Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your legs tremble from pleasure, as you kept fingering yourself through your pajamas.

Little did you know, you were so focused on your own daze that you never heard the door opening and slamming shut again.

You didn’t hear the footsteps getting closer either.

And it took you a ridiculous amount of time to notice your best friend had probably been watching you get off for the past few minutes.

“Hm, what do we have here?” her voice made you tilt your head abruptly.

You gasped when you saw Sakura at the bedroom door, still holding the grocery bags.

“Y/N, tell me, what are you doing?” She added, putting the bags on the floor to easily step closer to you.

Once again, you couldn’t help yelping when she forcefully removed your hand from your pajama pants.

She noticed the string of fluids on your fingers and chuckled.

“Oh I see… you were getting off. What were you thinking about Y/N? Or maybe should I say who? Me, maybe?” She asked you questions again, swiftly bringing your drenched fingers into her mouth to clean them up.

“Kkura… what are you—“

But the said girl cut you off, before pinning you on the bed.

“I’m the one who’s asking questions here baby.”

Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. You couldn’t even move.

Sakura was pulling your pants down, before doing the same thing with your panties.

“So cute… you really want me baby hm?” her words reached your pussy directly and you whimpered, nodding eagerly.

You let out a slight cry of mixed surprise and pleasure when you felt your best friend prodding at your vagina with her fingers.

“Did my pervert of a best friend forget to tell me she has a massive girlboner for me?” she kept teasing you.

Her voice saying these obscene words sent chills down your spine.

“N-no… I love you… I love you Kkura…”

When her fingers finally entered you, you threw your head back to whine again.

It was almost humiliating to hear the wet sounds coming from her solely fingering you.

Sakura tsked, feigning disappointment at your neediness.

“Oh, so that’s how you show me your love? No flowers? No love letters? Straight to the fucking? Perv.”

You almost teared up at what she was saying, because your best friend was never this tough with you.

It was… so attractive of her.

“You think you can just get away with what you did by crying hm?” Sakura’s fingers were stretching your walls out.

Your legs gave out as your cheeks burnt up from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Kkura… won’t do it again… promise… I’ll be a good girl…” you tried getting your best friend to be gentler with you, but her fingertip tickling your g-spot made you cry out shamefully.

Sakura tsked in mockery, pressing on your sweet-spot to get you squirming underneath her.

“A good girl huh? Good girls don’t touch themselves without permission… you’re just being a slut right now… a perverted little slut.” her words affected you so much you could still feel tears cornering your eyes, despite having waited for a moment like this since forever.

“I’m sorry… so sorry… can’t help it… love you so much… want you to fuck me all the time…” you moaned out, moving your hips to meet Sakura’s fingers, wanting release.

Sakura noticed immediately though and pulled her fingers out of your vagina, earning a wantonly whine from you.

“W-why… Kkura… I was so cl—ah!” a firm slap on your pussy made you yelp.

“Filthy sluts like you don’t get to cum.” She said, her voice getting hoarser with lust.

As you saw your best friend hover over you, setting her slim thighs on each side of your chest, you knew what was awaiting you. It was as if your eyes saw stars, images of what was about to happen were running through your mind furtively.

“Show me you’re a good girl and put that dirty mouth of yours to good use.” Sakura lifted herself up, only for her cunt to face you, making your breath hitch.

You had only dreamt of something like this to happen.

You always felt bad for eying her so much… it only took for a top or a pair of shorts to be a little too tight on her… a little breeze for her nipples to harden through the fabric… and you would have the most obscene thoughts about Sakura.

“Cat got your tongue?” her voice brought you back to reality and you shook your head.

You put pressure on your neck to lift your face up so you could reach for her slit with your tongue.

Sakura took it upon herself to just sit on your face, earning a loud muffled whimper from you.

“That’s it…” she sighed out, feeling you lapping at her core clumsily.

On one hand, it was difficult to know where exactly you were dragging your tongue and you were strongly hoping that Sakura was feeling good.

On the other hand, having your face buried deep in her thighs and pussy granted you to be so close to her that you could taste and smell her easily, it drove your senses wild.

Your nose, lips, chin and cheeks were soaked and sticky with Sakura’s wetness.

I love this so much… I love her so much…

“Don’t you love this a l-little too much? Maybe… I was mistaken… you’re not such a bad girl… you’re… So eager to please hm?” her slight stuttering gave you all the reassurance you needed to keep doing what you were doing.

Your tongue trailed over her outer lips going from the bottom to the top of her slit, making you feel her clit.

Sakura gasped at the sudden stimulation and thrust her hips towards your face.

“Hnngh…!” you whined, feeling even more smothered by her thighs but you couldn’t care less.

If anything you wanted more. If she could choke you just by sitting on your face, you would die happy.

“I’ll choke my little slut hm? You’re my little slut.” Sakura mused out, panting as she almost squeezed her thighs next to your cheeks.

She set her elbows a little above you so she could sit onto all fours on your face and be more comfortable.

Your lewd little sounds were the only noise that could be heard in the bedroom — something that turnt you on even more.

Sakura kept riding your face, faster and faster.

Her moans were also getting louder as she felt her orgasm approaching.

“Babyyyy…” she whined, her movements becoming erratic and she added, “Come on… do better than this… make me cum if you like my pussy so much…”

You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to grant her wish. You sniffed her scent in and tried focusing on her clit more, suckling it gently.

Sakura threw her head back, not expecting attention on her clit again. Her thighs, that were cupping your cheeks, started trembling, as her juices kept flowing out.

“I’m… I’m…” you moaned in rejoice, feeling your best friend pressing her pussy even closer against your face as she cried out her orgasm.

It took her several minutes of riding your face — which you didn’t mind one bit — before Sakura got off of you.

When your eyes met, she sweetly smiled at you.

“Good girl.” your toes curled up as you giggled, loving the way she praised you.

You didn’t expect to feel her fingers prodding at your vagina again.

“A-ah… Kkura…!” you whined as her thumb pressed your clit teasingly.

“Good girls deserve their reward… you’ve got yourself a reward baby.” you couldn’t believe she was already up to fingerfucking you after her orgasm.

Maybe because she had experience?

You shook your head, not wanting to think about your beloved best friend with other people.

Instead, you let yourself go, completely at Sakura’s mercy.

“A-ah… I love you… love you so much…” you whimpered, making her smirk and quicken the pace.

“I love you too baby… you’re mine now right?” she asked, chuckling when she saw you squirm from pleasure.

Those words were everything you had been longing for.

Sakura, your best friend, loved you? And wanted you to be hers?

You could only nod in excitement as you felt tears welling up in your eyes one more time.

“I-I’m yours… I’m only yours…!” you cried out when her fingers hit your g-spot.

Sakura smirked again planting a kiss on your ear.

“Cum for me… my baby.” even if it weren’t something you could control, what she said alone made you squeal and orgasm on the spot.

Tears were streaking down your face as your high hit you so heavily.

“Kkura… Kkura…” you could only say her name.

“There, there… I’m here baby…” she let your head rest on the bed pillows so you could calm down.

When you did, you tilted your head only to gasp at the sight of Sakura looking directly at you with a loving smile.

“Y/N…”

You laid down on your side to face her and return her smile.

“Yes?”

Sakura looked away a little, seeming deep in thought.

Part of you was hoping this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. You couldn’t help feeling anxious over what she wanted to say.

“I know this isn’t the perfect time to ask but… will you be my girlfriend?”

[nicolesainz]

Focus on me (MM 7)

Mason Mount x f!reader

A/n: I have to give credits to my bff willow @landooscar for sending me that Mason gif on the Manchester United chair where his thighs are spread. You will see later on what l mean. For now thank her and I hope you enjoy the story.

Summary: Mason loves to fool around. But isn't really a fan of you giving your attention to other boys. So he decides not to play nice with you and give you a taste of your own medicine.

Warnings: minors dni, 18+, smut content, teasing, thigh riding, praise kink

"Hey babe? Can you come down and help me with something for a moment?”

Mason got no response. He allowed himself to finish preparing dinner for a few minutes, before he called me once again.

“Hello? Y/N? Can you help me down here, love?”

I could practically hear him but in that moment I was too focused on the Tv screen and too pumped to remove my eyes from it.

Footsteps were echoing through the corridor that was close to our bedroom. There was a soft knock on the door, as Mason thought that I was probably sleeping.

“Darling, are you awake?”

He said so softly and calmly. Gosh, how can one not fall in love with this man.

I went up to him and opened the door, trying to hide the grin I had on my face. Mason raised his eyebrows suspiciously, wondering what I may be doing alone.

“Why weren’t you coming downstairs to help me? I need some cooking advice from your mother but she won’t respond my calls”

I blinked. I couldn’t respond. It’s not like I was doing anything weird or unfaithful, but it wasn’t my finest moment. I think all girls have celebrity crushes, even when they have boyfriends. Right?

“I, uh, I was watching F1’s qualifying. It just finished.”

That was partially true.

“Righttt. And who got pole? Can I see?”

He approached the TV and he saw that it had been paused to a very particular moment that the director had filmed.

On the screen, there was Carlos Sainz, slicking through his long black hair, whilst waving at the cameraman. See? I told you. Not my finest moment.

“Babe, that’s Carlos. Why did you pause at that moment?”

Now that was the moment I blinked even more. Unable to respond. How do you exactly tell your boyfriend of three years that recently buzzed his hair, that you were admiring another man’s haircut.

It was kinda weird, but I had no shame. Maybe a little.

Mason scratched his head as he was waiting for my response, when he actually realized why I had paused the livestream. He felt his shirt hair and then looked at Carlos’s lengthy hairstyle.

“It’s the hair innit?”

His face dropped massively. I’m not going to lie, I’m not the biggest fan of buzzcuts but it fit Mason beautifully. I was though an even bigger fan of his prince-like hairstyle. My god, the way my fingers would tangle around, was mesmerizing.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you didn’t want me to buzz my hair this short? I would have picked another hairstyle”

“Masey, it’s your hair. I’m not one to judge or say anything. I love every single one of your hairstyles. Nothing changes just because you have shorter or longer hair.”

“But apparently you’re a fan of long hairstyles”

“It’s practically in many ways”

I was hinting at the time we were having sex on the couch and as Mason was about to fall, I pulled him from his hair and pulled his body against mine, still keeping the connection.

“That was very hot babe”

I felt bad that he had to see such a weak moment of mine. I love Mason no matter what. I don’t care about his looks. I only care about the person he is. The hair is the last thing I pay attention too.

“I’m so sorry Mase. This doesn’t mean anything. This is silly, I shouldn’t have done that, I don’t even know why I did.”

He wasn’t responding.

“Do you maybe want me to leave for a few hours and come back? I’ll go to my mom and pick up that recipe you want”

Instead of saying anything, he turned off the Tv, and sat on the bed, with his thighs kneeling in front of my eyes.

Before doing that he removed his shorts and shirt, revealing once again his Greek god like built body, full of beautiful drawn tattoos. My weakness being the champions league one on his rib cage.

“I need you to come close baby”

He said stiffly, in a more manly manner than the one he usually has. His Adam’s apple was sitting on the center of his neck and vile thoughts of me kissing this spot entered my brain.

I approached the bed, only to be dragged by Mason on top of his thighs. In mere seconds I was left shirtless, gifting him what he was asking for. His girlfriend bra-less and in the most vulnerable position ever.

“I’m the only man that’s allowed to make your tits hard. Are we clear about that?”

I simply nodded, as my eyes were wandering around his toned muscles on his shoulders and hardened errection. I didn’t know where to look.

“You’ll do as I say, right princess?”

“Y-es”

I replied weakly

“Ride my thigh. I want you to ride me until I feel your cum running down it. Until your pussy is stretched to its limits but you beg for more”

I was left speechless. I don’t know how we went from him wanting to cook, to making me cum out of nowhere. But I liked it.

I started rubbing myself on his thigh as his hands were holding my ass firmly and his lips had attacked mine, removing the oxygen from my system.

Moving up and down, I was feeling the heat on my pussy and Mason’s thigh trembling and pushing itself upwards, close to my clit. His fingers were sliding from the back of my ass, to under my panties and at first softly caressing my wet folds.

As his lips moved downwards to my neck, leaving endless marks in a certain pattern I couldn’t really understand, my pussy came face to face with his knee that was almost deep inside me. Like his fingers. The pace kept rising and more moans were escaping my lips.

���You’re mine. Solely mine”

“Your neck, your lips, your pussy. All mine”

“You’re the only man you’re allowed to admire. No one else”

I had reached the point were Mason’s thigh was covered in my cum and he moved me to the left one, repeating the same thing but never removing his fingers from my clit.

I let out a squeak as Mason hit my G-spot, earning a soft laugh from him. His lips were now occupied with my nipples and bouncing breasts, whilst mine were kissing his collarbone and nails were dug deep into his back.

“You’re the only one Mase”

“I’m yours. Body and soul”

Mason let out a frustrating moan, before we both orgasmed at the same time.

“You complete me baby. I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too Mase. You’re my boyfriend and the only for me”

Let’s just say that at night we barely did anything but hug and make love to each other.

[eddiemadmunson]

Angel

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down. 

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 1, 600 

Warnings: none for this part, there will be smut later

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda ​​​ @hamatoanne ​​​

You honestly didn’t know how you could forget about something so important. You and your best friend Helaena Targaryen decided to spend an afternoon at her house, watching movies on their giant screen in the cinema room, eating popcorn and having good time. You were choosing what movie you want to watch first when your mum sent you this message “Where the fuck, are you Y/N?” you didn’t understand what is going on. Then you opened your Google calendar and you started cursing. Your little sister has a school recital at her nursery school and you totally forgot about it. You rushed out of the door, panicking, your eyes wide with fear. Your mum was really strict. You could be 22 years old but you were still scared to make her mad. And coming late to your sister's school recital would make her mad for sure.

“She is going to kill me, Hel. No, do you know what is worse? Tiffany will be so disappointed that I won’t see her dancing and singing. She is Snow White, she got the main part. How could I forget,” you were talking so quickly that Helaena almost couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“I need to call Uber, but I will still be late,” you whined. 

“You don’t have to, I have perfect solution for you,” Helaena clapped her hands and pointed to front door. Her little brother Aemond sat astride on his big black motorbike ready to go somewhere. 

Well, there was nothing little about Aemond Targaryen, from his tall frame to his big ego. He might be 2 years younger than you but it felt like if he is the adult and you the kid. He was making you so nervous simply by his presence. He had this bad boy dangerous aura around him. He wasn't home very often, but when you met him in the house he usually ignored you or just simply hummed at you as a greeting. You honestly doubted that he even knows your name. 

But he was stupidly handsome. You would never admit it to anyone but you had the biggest crush on him. He was everything you shouldn't crave but you couldn't stop admiring him from safe distance. Aemond and Aegon both played football for the school team and they were good, really good. You were a huge football fan so you dragged Helaena to every single one of their games taking it as an opportunity to drool over him without anyone noticing. She didn't care about the game or the results but she was really supportive sister and loved cheering for her brothers. She was always sitting next to you in Aegon’s or Aemond’s jersey, shouting their names and dissing anyone who dared to tackle them down. You usually cheered for the whole team, only shouting Aemond's name when he scored. Which was quite often. He was the playmaker, he operated in the middle of the field, creating chances for his teammates. But he also scored a lot of goals so you had plenty of chances to scream his name loudly without making any suspicions. 

 “Aemond, do you have free time now??” Helaena asked, batting her eyelashes at her brother, knowing that she is his only weakness.

"No," he said shortly, taking off his helmet, revealing the cascade of silver blond hair. You had hard time to not start drooling. What the hell is this guy’s secret? What is he doing with his hair that it looks so shiny and healthy? 

"Come on Aemond, what do you have so important to do, right now?" She whined and tugged at his sleeve. 

"I have a date," he smirked.

"It's not a date, it's a booty call," she corrected him and he raised his eyebrow at her. 

"Don't give me that look, you don't want to date this girl, whoever she is, you just want to fuck her. She can wait 30 minutes, I just need little favor. Please Aems," she pouted her lips at him and he sighed. 

"Ok, what do you need, sister," he gave up and Helaena squealed. 

"You are the best," she hugged him. 

"I need you to give Y/N a lift to the nursery school, her little sister has a recital there and she forgot about it," she clasped her hands excitedly. 

Aemond lazily turned his head and gave you the once-over, like if he just noticed you standing next to his sister. 

"Hel, I can really take an Uber, don't bother him, when he is busy," you tried but she shushed you.

"Nonsense, Y/N! You can't make it there in time, Aemond drives really fast, you will be there before your sister even notices that you are not there. Wait a second, I will give you my helmet," she said and ran inside the house. 

"Sorry, I really don't want to bother you," you apologized but he ignored your apology.

"Get on the bike before she comes back, you are in rush, aren't you?" He said impatiently and you blushed at his rudeness. You hesitantly walked towards him and realized that you don't know how this works. You have never taken a ride on a motorbike.

"Ehm, I am sorry, but where should I sit?" you asked and he raised his eyebrow at you but didn't say anything.

"I mean, should I sit in front of you or behind you. I have never sat on a bike before?" you added nervously, getting more and more frustrated by his silence. 

He leaned closer to you, invading your personal space. 

"When a woman sits on a bike in front of me, she usually faces me," he smirked and chuckled wickedly when he saw your confused face.

"In that position I can look her in the eyes as she bounces on my cock, so if you don't plan to do that, I suggest that you sit behind me," he added and his violet eye bore into yours. You really wanted to slap him for talking to you like this when Helaena burst out of the door with her hot pink helmet. 

“Y/N, why are you not sitting on the bike already?” she shouted and placed the helmet gently on your head when her phone started ringing.

“It’s Cregan,” she shouted excitedly.

“Hey, baby boo,” she said with love sick expression on her face, she waved at you and disappeared in the house. You and Aemond both rolled your eyes at this, you weren’t the biggest fans of the Stark boy.

“Well, Y/N, why are you not already sitting on the bike?” he mocked you, the sound of your name rolling off his lips made your toes curl in your shoes. He was a jerk but really sexy jerk. You decided that you won’t let him see how much he embarrassed you and you quickly sat behind him. He probably hoped that you will run away from him, crying and he could go to fuck his “date”.  

“If you don’t want to die, you need to hold onto me tightly,” he said and put on his black helmet with silver and red dragons painted on the sides. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his waist.

“Tighter, you hold on to me like a baby,” he barked and you hesitantly tightened your hands around his muscled abdomen.

“For fucks sake, I don’t have time for this,” he groaned and grabbed your hands pushed you closer to his back. You were glued to him, your legs pressed against his strong thighs, your face buried into the leather of his black jacket.  He turned on the engine and you felt the strong vibrations for the first time in your life. You didn’t expect it, the vibrations felt so good against your pussy that you let out a quiet moan. You quickly stopped, hoping that he didn’t hear that. Aemond didn’t comment on it so you assumed that the sound of the engine was so loud that he didn’t hear your pathetic little whimper. He quickly drove off their house and headed to the town center. Helaena was right, he was riding super fast it was definitely more than was the speed limit. You were holding onto him for dear life. He stopped in front of the school getting everyone’s attention. You got off his bike, your legs slightly shaking. You took off Helaena’s helmet and he for some reason took off his helmet too, his platinum blonde hair shinning in the sun, so everyone around could clearly see who gave you this unexpected lift. He ignored you and unlocked his phone. You stared at his long, elegant fingers moving across the screen of his expensive phone in strange fascination. Everything about him was perfect, too bad that his personality didn’t match his exterior.

“Do you want anything else from me, angel?” he smirked, not taking his eye from the screen.

“What should I do with Helaena’s helmet?” you asked him, blushing at the pet name he just used.

“Not my problem,” he said and cursed.

“Well, I guess I will keep it and return it to her later,” you said and he kept ignoring you.

“Fuck,” he frowned at the screen.

“Ehmm, so thank you for the lift, Aemond,” you gulped and wanted to turn around and walk to school.

“Hey angel,” he shouted and you looked at him.

“She ditched me,” he waved his phone and tucked it into his back pocket.

“You owe me a favor now, angel. I will collect it soon,” he winked at you, put on his helmet and rode away, the loud roar of his engine disturbing the peaceful neighborhood. You watched him riding away with your mouth hanged open. What the fuck is he thinking about himself?  

You looked at your watch and quickly hurried to the school entrance. Your mum was waving at you from the main hall, you waved back when a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Why did you come here on Aemond Targaryen’s bike?”  your boyfriend Jason Lannister asked you and you looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Part 2

[spiraledfaun]

Giving In To Kimmy

You're working late, having stayed behind at the office to finish up a project you're developing. It's been a tough few months, but you really believe in your vision. Tomorrow, you'll present it at the meeting, and they'll all see how much you put into this. You'll finally get the credit you deserve.

The sun is setting outside, it's at that point in the year where the days quickly get longer and longer. It's warm, but not aggressively so. You feel comfortable.

*Ping!* echoes gently through your headphones. You have an email from someone on your project team. It's Kimmy, and she's extremely friendly, sometimes to an exhausting extent. She's always bouncing around whenever you see her, and you frankly don't know where she gets the energy.

"Heyyyy, can you check out what i put 2gether for the meeting tommorow? wanna make sure its goodeeee 😋"

You feel yourself losing braincells just reading that.

You scroll down to the bottom, and find a .MOV attachment. It's probably a short B-roll to put in between the slides you've been working on. You doubleclick without hesitation.

The video screen pops up, all black at first. You full-screen it, to make sure you can get the best view of the video Kimmy's worked so hard on. You lean back in your chair and press play.

A black and white spiral slowly materializes from the blackness, turning and turning endlessly, filling the screen. You're confused by the direction Kimmy's taking this, but you decide to keep watching. Maybe it'll make sense soon.

The spiral continues to turn, drawing your eyes in with every rotation. A low, steady hum begins to fill your headphones. Somehow, the sound makes it easier to keep watching. You adjust slightly in your chair, jaw opening slightly.

It keeps droning on in your ears, spinning in front of your eyes, and you can't help but slow down. There's nothing more important than looking. There's nothing better than giving in completely. The thoughts surprise you for a moment, before they're quickly replaced by a new sensation: arousal.

The more you look into the spiraling symbol, letting the twirling shapes take you down, down into submission and mindlessness, the hornier you feel. You try to focus on anything else, you weakly pull your head away from the spiral's gaze, but the Spiral will not let you.

The Spiral Owns Your Mind Now.

You're not sure how much time passes after you accept that you've lost. It's all of reality for you now, looking into the eternal Spiral.

Deep, deeper down, drifting, you fall, giving your mind over to this symbol, this visual, without a thought, without any will left to fight it. The Spiral guides your eyes to cross, your tongue to hang out, and your resistance to evaporate.

The hum in your ears turns to a buzz, and the warmth between your legs spikes suddenly. And again. And again. You feel the best pleasure you've ever felt in your life before everything fades to black.

You're at work, ready to give the biggest presentation of your life so far! You think you got a good night's sleep last night, but it's hard to remember. What's important is doing the best you can to support the team.

You're all set up in the conference room, taking one last look at the slides ahead of the meeting. Everything looks to be in place, no issues whatsoever.

There's a knock at the doorframe.

"Heyyy, sleepyhead," Kimmy coos. "You excited?" She's wearing a light pink blouse that is making her breasts look... distracting.

"Absolutely--we've got this!" You smile at Kimmy, happy that teamwork is making the dream work.

She beams prettily at you. "And thanks for checking my video last night! I can't wait to show you all my ideas." Her eyelashes frame beautiful hazel eyes.

A shudder of pleasure runs up your spine, which surprises you. Do you have a crush on Kimmy? You don't think so...

"Yeah, any time, just send them over!" Your eyes dance around her face, desperate not to focus too much on her breasts. If you like Kimmy, you should try not to make her feel uncomfortable.

It's time for the meeting to start, and everyone else begins filing into the room.

She leans over to you one last time, gently pressing her side against your front to whisper in your ear. "Come find me before you head home tonight."

You begin to blush despite yourself. "Okay." Maybe you do like Kimmy.

[beybaldes]

some word today from my boyfriend so far away

Eddie Roundtree × Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

word count: 2.8k

Request! : Hi !!! Will you plz write one about Eddie growing up w reader and crushing on each other for years as kids and teens and when Eddie and the band go to LA and reader is still finishing HS senior year as 1 year younger than Eddie and they confess feelings and start dating before he leaves and when she finds out Billy's cheating on Camila, she fears Eddie will do the same. She comes visit the band in LA for a week and is cold towards Eddie and he reassures her his love for her and she's her one and only !!

thank you for the request @eddieroundtreestan2224 I hope you enjoy <3

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

Eddie loved you more then anything; you were his reason to get up in the morning, his reason to try so hard for the bands success, the reason he got out of bed even when all he wanted to do was sleep. Nothing had ever hurt him more then when he had to leave you behind in Pittsburgh.

He knew it would only be for a year, and that the second you graduated you were going to come out to LA to join them, but it felt like it was going to be an eternity. The day he got into the car and left you crying on your door step broke his heart, but he knew he was doing it for a good reason - that if things went to plan, he was setting up a good and stable future for the two of you.

You'd promised you'd come and visit over each of your breaks and you had - he didn't know when each was, but was always happily surprised to find you on his doorstep with your luggage and a smile on your face. Within seconds you'd retreat into his bedroom in the house and spend the rest of the day curled in each others arms, catching up on everything as though you didn't spend every free moment on the phone together racking up your parents phone bill. Eddie promised he'd pay them back when he got 'rich and famous' so you didn't worry it too much.

Camilla was the only one to know about your upcoming trip to LA, considering she spent most of the time in the house it made it perfect as she'd know who was going to be in the house at any given moment, and could help sneak you in this time before Eddie caught wind of your arrival. So when she called you that night, you weren't surprised to see her number on the screen, however, when you picked it up and found her sobbing down the line, you were shocked to silence.

"Billy- he's-" Camilla couldn't even get the words out between her tears, half a sob quickly turning into a grunt of anger as she took in what she'd saw earlier in the day. "Cheated- I- Baby-"

"Cami?" You whimpered into the phone, hurting because your friend was hurting. Camilla was like your sister, knowing her all your life had given you that closeness, and even though you'd technically known Billy longer, it was an easy choice as to who's side you'd take. "It's okay, baby, breathe."

After a moment of silence, Camilla cleared her throat, sniffling the tears away as she spoke. "He cheated on me. Eddie, Graham - they've all been covering for him."

As if your heart wasn't already aching, now it was breaking. Eddie, your Eddie, would do that? If he'd cover up for Billy - the biggest dick known to man kind - then god knows what he would be doing when you weren't around. Camilla lived with them for gods sake and you? Well, you were halfway across the country and still in high school.

Suddenly it was hard to swallow and your throat was completely dry. "I'm catching the next flight out, I'll be there tomorrow." You hung up the phone before she could ask what you'd do about school but that could wait. It was only a week until spring break anyway and Camilla needed you, your savings would rebuild but her heart might not.

When the phone started ringing again as your were packing your bag, you ignored it - even though you knew it was Eddie and you knew he would worry. After the events that had transpired today you didn't feel like talking to him, not until you could contain your whirring thoughts about whether this meant he would cheat on you.

If Billy couldn't get away with it while living with his pregnant wife, then Eddie would pass with flying colours. Only time would tell.

Eventually the phone stopped ringing, but you didn't care to notice, instead running down stairs with your packed bag and running out the front door, down the block, and to Misses Dunne's house. God knows your parents wouldn't let you skip school for LA, but miss dunne had always taken you to the airport for your trips, and given the current situation, you were sure she'd help cover for you.

You were already at the airport before Eddie gave up on ringing your phone, a lit joint between his lips as he sulked with his arms crossed over his chest in the living room of the LA house.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" Graham asked, walking into the room with a beer in hand, taking a seat next to Karen on the couch.

"Y/n never picked up the phone." Graham winced at Karen's answer, turning to Eddie with a frown on his face.

"Sorry, dude. She probably just forgot, went to sleep or something."

Eddie scoffed, the frown on his face getting deeper at the suggestion you wouldn't wait up for him, his brow creasing tightly. "No. Y/n wouldn't do that. She never forgets."

"Well, don't let it keep you up, dude." Graham patted him on the shoulder, trying to reassure his friend. "She'll call back in the morning, besides, she'll be here next week anyway."

"Yeah, you're right." Eddie didn't feel like Graham was right however, you always picked up the phone - and the only times you didn't you warned him in advance that you weren't going to be available. His mind was moving at a million miles an hour, thinking of every single thing he'd ever done that could've made you not pick up the phone tonight, but his mind was drawing a blank.

In fact, he stayed there, deep in thought, for so long that he passed out on the couch, waking the next morning when Karen came running through the house to answer a knock on the door. Eddie's head fell back into the arm of the couch, closing his eyes tightly and deciding he could steal a few more hours of sleep now that Karen was tending to the door. That wish was quickly ended, however, as Karen let out a scream, people coming running from all directions of the house.

"What are you doing here?!" Karen was wrapped in a tight hug with a shorter figure that he recognised all too well, your suitcase was in the doorway and your eyes met his over her shoulder.

Eddie's entire demeanour lit up when his eyes met yours. That explained why you hadn't picked up the night before.

"Surprise!"

Eddie sprung up from the couch, jumping over the back of it and pulling you from Karen's arms and into his own. He wrapped you tightly in his hold, cradling your head to the crook of his neck as he took in your presence. You were here, you were really, really here and in his arms again and everything was good. "I thought you weren't coming till next week." Eddie said, pressing a kiss to your head as he pulled out of the hug slightly, getting a good look at your face.

He could swear that every time he saw you, you got more and more beautiful.

"I was gonna come next week." You answer, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Camilla called, I got the first flight out."

"How did you get to the airport?" Graham asked, him and Warren stealing you from Eddie's hold and wrapping you in an awkwardly done group hug - the two boys having missed having you around everyday like they were used to, almost as much as Eddie.

"Your mom drove me." You answered, pulling back from the hug and finally pulling your suitcase into the house. "Where's Camilla?"

Eddie and Graham shared a look and suddenly everything Camilla said to you on the phone last night came to the front of your mind. They knew. They hid it. And if they hid it for Billy, who's to know what they were hiding from you?

"I'll take you to her." Karen grabbed your hand and led you out of the living room, the two of you ignoring the longing look Eddie sent your way as you left just as soon as you arrived. He'd just got you back and you were already going to see someone else? Given the current situation he got it, but he still just wanted to spend some time with his girl.

It was gone midnight when you finally left Camilla's room - you'd crawled into the corridor at the dead of night, feeling bad that you'd left Eddie alone all day, but then remembering what he'd done.

He was probably cheating on you too. The voice in your head hadn't stopped since you'd got Camilla's call last night, and you didn't think it was going to any time soon.

You had fully debated just sleeping in Camilla's bed all night with her and Karen, but you'd been away from Eddie for so long all you wanted was to curl into his arms and sleep for a long time. Although you knew he'd probably be asleep by now, you wanted one more night to be his girl, before you had to confront him and potentially find out what Camilla had. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach

"Why are you avoiding me, birdie?" As you carefully shut the door, not wanting to make a sound in case Eddie was already asleep, you were surprised to hear him, wide awake and kind of angry.

You turned around slowly, unbuttoning your jeans and stepping out of them, ready to get something more comfortable on and just go to bed. "I'm not."

Eddie stood from where he'd been sat on the bed, walking up to you. "You've been here all day and this is the first time we've spoken since you arrived." You ignored him, turning your back to him and missing the way his whole face faltered in favour of pulling your shirt and bra off, picking up one of Eddie's shirts off the floor and pulling it hastily over your head. "Did I do something?"

"Are you cheating on me?"

Eddie's heart stopped at the question. His brow creased and a frown took over his lips as he pouted at you, his eyes swarming with an ache you'd been feeling for the past 24 hours. "What?"

"Because Camilla told me that you and Graham were covering Billy's tracks for him." You pushed Eddies chest, pushing him away from you when he tried to reach out and touch you. He let you, keeping the distance you created as he stared longingly at the heartbroken girl before him; he almost didn't recognise you with such hurt swarming in your eyes, clouding you from him. Almost.

"You would've kept doing it too if she hadn't caught him and she never would've known." Another push, but this time Eddie wrapped his hand around your bicep, keeping you closer to his chest as you landed weaker and weaker pushes against him, tears welling in your eyes. "She lives in this damn house, and she didn't know her scum husband was cheating on her - and then it got me thinking. I don't live here, I don't see you everyday, I don't sleep in the same fucking bed as you every night and if you were willing to do it for Billy, I can't see why he wouldn't be willing to do it for you, too."

The pushing had stopped, Eddie holding you against him with one arm, his other hand caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping away at the tears that were beginning to spill over. "Birdie-"

"And then all I could think about was how easy it would be for you to cheat on me out here; you're halfway across the damn country Ed's. And I'm still in stupid fucking Pittsburgh. What could you want with a girl like me when you've clearly got half the country wanting to be with you?" Your words had turned to whispers, your head falling against Eddie's shoulder though his warm hand still cradled your cheek. As you sniffled into the material of his t-shirt he pressed a kiss to your temple, shushing your crying and holding you tight against him - as though he was protecting you from all the thoughts you'd let stir and simmer in your mind.

"I don't want anyone else." Eddie whispered, gently swaying the two of you back and forth in his hold, his hand running through your hair as the tears began to stop. "I just want you, birdie."

Eddie pulled away from you, holding your face between both of his hands and bringing your gaze to meet his own. "I know I shouldn't have covered for Billy, it was shit of me, but part of me truly thought it would hurt Camilla less if she just didn't know. I get how bad that sounds but I didn't know what to do I-"

"You should've told her Ed's." You whimpered, tears springing back to your eyes as you thought back to the phone call and conversation you and Camila had shared - dwelling on how quickly your stomach dropped and how easy it was to think the worst.

"I know." Eddie cooed, his thumb running gently across the flesh under your eye, his forehead pressed to yours in the dark room. "But I need you to know I would never, ever cheat on you, Birdie. I love you more then life itself; I need you like the air I breathe. I've spent every waking moment since moving to LA waiting for you to come back to me - I want nothing more then to spend every night with you in my arms and every day with you by my side."

"Eddie-"

"And one day, I'm gonna marry you, and we're never gonna have to spend a day apart again, okay?" Eddie pressed a feather light kiss to your lips, punctuating each of his words with another; to your lips, your cheek, the dimple of your smile, you temple, the crinkle of your eye, really anywhere his lips could reach. "I love you, birdie. I don't want anyone else but you, ever, you hear me?"

You were tempted to apologise. Say sorry through tears at the way your brain had jumped to the worst case scenario despite knowing what your Eddie was like, despite knowing he was nothing like Billy. But you didn't, thoughts too hung up on the words he'd just let slip past his lips. Biting your lip between your teeth, you held back a wide smile, rocking on the balls of your feet as you stared dotingly up at Eddie. "You wanna marry me?"

It came out as a bashful murmur, but Eddie still heard it, laughing at your quick change in demeanour. "How could I not? You're my whole world, birdie."

He said it as if it was so simple; as though there was no other possible answer or rhyme or reason. And for Eddie, there wasn't.

Snaking your arms up and over his shoulder, you scratched at the hair at the nape of his neck, using one hand to cup his head and pull it closer to you. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you quickly escalated it; tangling your fingers in his locks and pulling, slipping your tongue in his mouth as he gasped and pressing yourself firmly against him. Pulling back breathless, you murmured praise against the blondes lips. "I missed you, Ed's."

"I know you did, birdie." Eddie pulled you in for another messy kiss; a sudden clash of skin and teeth and tongue. "What you say we start making up for lost time?"

"I'd want nothing more." With that you let him push you back towards his bed, blindly trusting his direction as you let yourself get lost in the feel of him for the first time in months, reassured that your Eddie would never treat you how Billy had Camila - not in this lifetime, nor the next.

[jongbross]

Hi💜

Can i request one with Sehun where he and the reader (also a famous singer )were a “almost” but nothing happened at the end, then she went on hiatus, and after years she makes her comeback and they start talking via ig and went on a date xd

pairing: oh sehun x idol!reader word count: 1253 genre: fluffyyy warnings: sehun is a goner, i just know he is a/n: i miss my maknae - he ain't gone, i just miss him

[oohsehun]: we should go out this week.

you didn't believe what you were reading in your notification bar. your heart raced, hands starting to shake.

it was kind of ridiculous the way oh sehun still had you wrapped around his finger.

you and sehun went way back. having debuted at the same time, but under different companies, you had met the exo members hundred of times at backstages and stuff.

sehun was your age, so of course you two got along pretty well - kai too, but their hyungs used to tease him, telling him he was third wheeling. you see, everyone knew you and sehun had some type of tension going on.

you liked him, of course. you had the biggest crush on him, from his cute big nose to his weird laugh - and you couldn't help but to think that maybe, and just maybe, sehun liked you back.

the way baekhyun and junmyeon always looked at him when you were around could only make you feel a tiny bit hopeful about everything.

but, you know, life happens sometimes. exo got really big really fast, and seeing sehun became kinda complicated, both on and off stage. of course you had your own career to take care of, so it's not like it was only sehun's fault.

and also, after some time, your hectic schedules got the best of you. suddenly, you saw yourself trapped in an infinity of things to do, showcases to attend, sessions of recording, rehearsals, and everything started to become kinda blurry. a hiatus became inevitable, and even though the headlines called you a hundred different names, you knew all of your fans and team felt every single tear you dropped before falling asleep every single night, for a whole year, as you prayed you got the strength to get back to what you truly loved to do.

in the end, the tears paid off - you got healthy again, took the much needed space from everything and everyone, including sehun. when you announced your comeback, you weren't surprised to receive messages from all of the exo members, including him, to wish you good luck. chanyeol said it was good to have you back, and even offered himself to pay you a meal the next time you two met. kyungsoo said he missed listening to new songs of yours, and that he was happy to see you back on your feet.

sehun only said "fighting!", followed by a string of coloured hearts, just like he used to send you when you two were rookies.

so of course you couldn't believe that he was now saying you two should hang out.

[yourusename]: um... may i ask why?

it was also ridiculous how fast he read your text and started to type back.

[oohsehun]: i mean, if you're not busy of course.

[oohsehun]: there must be a lot of things for you to do, right?

[yourusername]: ...that didn't answer my question??

your hair stylist hummed a song as she fixed your hair. you knew it was almost time to get up on stage for the first time in a year and a half, but screw that - your stomach was now flipping in anticipation because of oh sehun, not because of your comeback.

and god, it took him time to reply you - actually it took only seven minutes -, and the more the "typing..." indicator showed on your screen, the more you felt like throwing up and ruining your perfect makeup.

[oohsehun]: yeah, you see... it's been a while since the last time we got to talk and be out together.

[oohsehun]: it was kinda simple back then, right? we didn't need to worry about anything. but then i got super busy, and you got super busy, and i'm so glad we both made it.

[oohsehun]: but i also regret not celebrating with you, all of the things we conquered. so i guess i wanna do that now. i should be there for you, we were best friends before and i'm sorry i didn't support you properly, especially on your hiatus.

that wasn't true though. your manager told you about all the times she met sehun throughout the year, and how he always asked about you every single time; asked if you were okay, if you needed anything, when were you gonna come back. it was his way of taking care of you from afar, you knew it.

still... the way he mentioned you two being best friends made your heart sink. sehun was your best friend, but you wished for him to be so much more than that to you.

[yourusername]: so you only wanna see me because you miss being friends?

you typed and sent the message way faster than your brain could function, heart taking control of your actions. by the time you realized, he was replying.

[oohsehun]: did we ever stop being friends? 🥺

at that, you chuckled. you could imagine him facing his phone with that exact face.

[yourusername]: no, we didn't. you'll always have a special place in my heart, you know that.

[oohsehun]: that's cheesy af.

[oohsehun]: but i'll take it, because maybe i missed you...

[oohsehun]: and as we're friends, can you please help me with something?

[yourusername]: what?

you heard a tiny 'done' and, as you looked up, you saw your hairstylist smile at you. the last thing you needed to finally come back was now finished, and you were probably minutes away from entering the stage.

still, you held your phone in both hands as your life depended on it - and maybe it did.

[oohsehun]: baekhyun hyung and someone else made a bet with our manager. they said i wouldn't have the balls to ask you out on a date after so long 🙄

[oohsehun]: can you please say yes to my invitation so he can lose the bet?

[yourusername]: ...date?

"is y/n ready?", you heard your manager asking as she walked into the room. your hairstylist answered, but you couldn't quite follow the entire conversation.

[oohsehun]: oh yeah, my bad. we're gonna go out on a date this weekend 👍

[oohsehun]: please dress comfortably and be ready to eat and laugh a lot.

[oohsehun]: and to catch up... i have some gossip to tell you 👀

[yourusername]: sehun, that sounds exactly like what we used to do back in the day...

[oohsehun]: and it is. but, as a date, i get a free pass to hold your hand and maybe show my other side to you, don't i?

[yourusername]: ???

[yourusername]: what other side?

"y/n, we gotta go", your manager gently grabbed your arm, making you look at her. "we have 10 minutes."

you nodded, even though your heart was racing and your throat was dry.

"i... i-i just gotta finish this", you said, lifting your phone.

"what happened?", she asked, clearly worried.

you chuckled. "oh sehun happened."

your phone buzzed with a new notification.

[oohsehun]: my romantic side, of course. i got one, you know? 🤭

"sehun-ah? why?"

"i think... i-i think he just asked me out."

[oohsehun]: i just saw you're next at music bank. i'm watching it live!! please be careful on stage and have fun. you'll do great, fighting! 🧡🧡🧡

[oohsehun]: i'll call you later to talk about our date 😌

"shit...", your manager mumbled, reading the messages beside you and hearing you squeal. "i owe his manager some money.

"you what?!", you looked at her.

and at that, a staff came in to take you to the stage.

[heartfullofleeches]

K has no reason to be this funny dhdjjssh

I'd gladly watch her be an absolute MENACE to V with hearts in my eyes. Sorry V(kinda).

Sometimes I can't tell if it's petty sibling rivalry or if she just completely hates him-

V is fast asleep in his gaming chair the next time she breaks in. Going to bed at three in the afternoon - the lazy bastard never failed to outmatch her expectations. V's abysmal sleep schedule is the only excuse plausible for how he managed to snooze through his ringing phone blaring directly in his ear. K casual strolls over and answers the phone for him, as any good sibling would do.

"Hello?..... Vince?.... Is it really you? I'm surprised you actually kept up with me after all these years- You haven't aged a day since we last saw each other... I still remember you too, and the promise we made... If you still want to meet up I'm in town Friday."

K looks at V's monitor. She thought the person on screen was another actor he'd done a deep drive on, but upon closer inspection everything clicks. Y/n. The name of his first crush. One of his private teachers who felt extra pitiful towards the lonely little creep introduced him to their child. K had opted for public school so she never really met them, but after school she often heard the two laughing together. Another reason K hated her brother was for how dorky he looked when he invited them to her prom. The two promised if they were still single after Y/n returned from college they'd try dating. It broke V's heart to watch them go. K grins.

"Ohhhh, soo sorry- but V actually has a date that night. He was finally asked out by a cute little neighbor he met when he moved out. Thick as thieves those too."

"He found someone else?.... Thank you for telling me.. Goodbye."

"Buh-bye!" K takes the phone off her ear, but they've already hung up. Rude. She saves the number in her phone before deleted every missed called and blocking the number. V wakes up a few minutes after she puts down his phone, annoyed to see her as always. His gaze softens as he looks down at his phone.

"Katherina? Stop coming in here without asking.... How long was I out? Did I get any calls?"

K smiles her biggest, most sincere smile. "Nope."

V's eyes shift towards the computer. They reflect the shattering of his whole world, but his grimace holds tight. "Figures."

[boredzillenial]

Do thing with miguel ohara where reader is drunk and accidentally says “dont tell this to anyone but i have huge crush on miguel” not knowing that reader was confessing to miguel

Aww Nonn this is adorable! Imma tweak it just a tad but I hope you still enjoy!

Word Count: 517

You stumble across the lobby at Spider HQ as Jessica J. attempts to stop you. “This isn’t a great idea Y/N please.” She warns.

“Jessica, ivehadit with his bullshit.” You slur “Imma givhim a piece of this.” You go to flex but it ends up more like an awkward pose.

“You’re funeral.” Jessica throws her hands up and walks away as you stalk toward Miguel’s “office”. As you enter, you see the platform he like to keep high off the floor appears empty.

“Where are you?!” You yell and it’s only the sound of your own voice in response. Maybe, if you hadn’t been as intoxicated as you were your spider sense would’ve alerted you of a presence off in the darkness. “Miguellll.” You coo in a singsong voice.

“You stupid, tall, hot, brooding…” you begin to list off a mixture of compliments and obscenities as you clumsily web your way up to his floating platform. You land with a thud and attempt to decipher the dozen screens flashing information, security camera feed and alternate dimension information but your eyes begin to cross at the lights. “Fuck how does he look at these all day.” You rub your eyes and plop down against one of the desks.

“Where are you, you big strong fucker!” You yell into the perceived emptiness. “You… you… caked-up asshat!” You began to grow even bolder as the release of anger and frustration into Miguel’s “empty” office began lifting a weight off your shoulders you hadn’t realized felt quite so heavy.

You looked around on the monitors and one in particular caught your eye. It was a smaller monitor with a repeating video and profile up on the edge of the platform. It showed Miguel’s biggest regret, images of him and a daughter. “He looks so happy…” you whisper as you lean out to touch the screen. “I wanna make him that happy…” you fought against a frown as you closed your eyes and look away from the screen.

“I could ya know!” You shout into the void. “I could make him so happy.” You slump down in a chair with your head in your hands. “Agghhh why would this fucking crush go away!!” You scream into your hands. Weeks of angry flirting, pushing his buttons, nosing into his business has only intensified your crush on Miguel. At this point it felt like the loneliness of having someone so close to you daily but not having them in that way was going to break you. You fought back tears as you continued to confess in your tipsy state.

You shake your head, stand, and march back over to the previous monitor. Placing your hand onto the screen. “Lyla, don’t tell anyone about what I said alright?” You slur as you realize his AI assistant was probably hearing every word you said.

“A little late for that don’t you think?” A husky voice spoke from behind the monitor. As you focused your gaze to look beyond the repeating images on the screen you could see exactly who had been listening in this whole time.

Masterlist

[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (7) // JTK

Characters: Jake x fem!reader Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of depressive episodes, drunkenness, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, cock riding, lemme know if I missed anything.

Author's note: Only three more chapters left!

“Danny?”

Danny sighs and rubs his face. “You chose me?” He says.

“What?” Rolling over onto your back, you rub your eyes. Pulling your phone away you glance at the time on the top of the screen. “Danny, it’s three in the morning..”

“I know, I’m sorry but.. I have to know.. Why did you choose me?”

“I didn’t choose anyone..” You groan. “I just��left.”

“He thinks you chose me..”

“Well he’s wrong..”

The elevator dings as it reaches the main floor of the lobby. He goes over to the small hotel shop and begins his search for any pain medicine.

“But why did you leave?” He asks. Spotting a box of Advil pills, he grabs it off the hook and walks over to the front desk.

“Did you really think I’d want to be around you after the way you were treating me?” Retrieving his wallet from his back pocket, he rests the phone between his cheek and shoulder so he can pull out his card. “I mean, I get you being mad but you made me feel like shit–and I felt like even more shit still being with Jake.”

“So what you’re saying is…” He hands his card to the lady to pay for the medicine.

“I chose neither of you.. If anything, I chose myself and what was best for me.”

The lady hands back his card and he puts it back inside his wallet and stuffs it back into his back pocket. Silently thanking the lady, he takes the medicine and heads back to the elevator.

“What about what was best for Jake?”

“Jake?”

“Yes.. (Y/N), he’s a mess. The last few days since you had left–he disappears after shows and Josh finds him across town and completely drunk out of his mind. Just tonight I found him myself and had to bring him back to the hotel.. That’s when he told me that you chose him..”

The elevator doors open and he starts to step inside when he’s met with Jake shoving his way out.

“Hey woah!” He grabs Jake’s arm to stop him. “Where are you going?”

“Away from here.. Fucking asshole wants to hold me hostage in my own room–not gonna happen.”

Seconds later, the other elevator beside them slides open and Josh pops out. “There you are!”

“Stay the fuck away from me Josh!” Jake shouts. He yanks his arm from Danny’s grip.

“Jake, you need to go back upstairs and get some rest.”

“Like hell I do.”

“(Y/N), I gotta call you back.” Danny says he hangs up.

“That was her?” Jake says. “She called?”

Danny shakes his head. “No, I called her.”

“Well tell her she’s a fucking bitch.”

“And here comes the rage..” Josh mutters.

“I don’t care if you or her fucking grovel at my feet, I’m done with the both of you. You can have your precious best friend back and she can go back to being just some girl I fucked at Josh’s party.”

“Jake, stop it.” Danny’s fists curl inwards, one crushing the box of Advil pills. “This isn’t you–you’re drunk.”

“So what if I am?” He says. “It beats being heartbroken.. I’d rather be drunk and angry. More fun that way.” He laughs deviously. “She can go fuck herself, she’s pretty good at that.”

He storms off down the hall and towards the lobby as he pulls out his phone. Stumbling through the sliding glass doors, he pulls out his phone.

“Jake?” Comes her voice. “Are you okay?”

He scoffs. “Am I okay? Am I okay? Like..you..care.”

“I do-”

“Fuck you.”

“Jake, stop-”

“Stop what? Feeling angry? I have every goddamn right to feel angry. You left me–” He voice cracks as his eyes begin to fill with tears. “I loved you and that should’ve been enough.” He sniffles and wipes his face. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “But it doesn’t fucking matter, I don’t want you anymore. I’m done wallowing over you. I’m done wishing you’d come back. Fuck you and fuck Danny. I never should’ve gotten involved with you, the biggest mistake I’ve ever made..”

He didn’t give her a chance to say anything before he hung up. Clicking on the Uber app, he stares at the screen. Where would he go? They’re in the middle of the desert. Huffing a sigh, he goes back inside the hotel and trudges back to the elevator.

—Three Weeks Later—

“We’re gonna head out and go exploring a little, want to join?” Sam says as he catches up to Danny by the buses.

“Oh uh, no I can’t.. I’m going back to Nashville for a few days before the tour resumes.”

“You’re leaving us?” Sam fakes a sad face before chuckling and patting on the back. “No, it’s alright. But can I ask why you’re going all the way back there?”

Danny cautiously looks around to make sure no one else was nearby or listening. “I need to check on (Y/N).. After Jake exploded on her over the phone, she’s been struggling.. Not eating as often as she should be, missing work, hardly leaving her bed.”

Sam sighs. “This has got to be the worst breakup we’ve ever seen..”

Danny nods his head in agreement. “Well I have to get going, I can’t miss my flight. I’m trusting you to help with Jake.”

Sam nods his head. “Don’t worry, big brother won’t be going on any benders again anytime soon.”

—

Waking up late that afternoon, you find Danny sitting in your desk chair. You stare at him in confusion but he only stares back at you with his eyebrows raised and his arms folded over his chest.

“Why are you here?” You ask as you pull yourself up into a sitting position.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He says. “Jenny said you were supposed to be at work–but you aren’t.” You scoff and lay back down and pull the covers over your head. “Oh no you don’t..” He says as he gets up from the chair and comes over to your bed. He drags the covers off of you and tosses them away. “You need to get out of bed.”

Grabbing your arms, he pulls you up and out of bed before directing you to the bathroom. “Danny.. Please stop.”

“No, you need to take care of yourself and if you’re not gonna do that, then I will.” He sits you on the toilet while he turns on the shower. “After your shower, get dressed and I’m taking you out to eat.”

“I’m not-”

“Don’t argue with me. Shower and then food, whether you like it or not.”

He steps out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Heaving a sigh, he lays down on your bed and rubs his face. He knew he had every right to be angry but he never intended on you ever leaving Jake, but you did. Now not only does Jake hate him but he hates you too.

He’s gotta fix this.

But how?

—

“Jake!” Josh calls into the bus. “We gotta go!”

“I’m coming!” Jake shouts back. Giving up on his hair, he grabs a hat and puts it on before retrieving his wallet and sunglasses and rushing out to meet up with Josh and Sam.

“Danny here yet?” Josh asks, looking at Sam.

“Should’ve already been here,” Sam says as he shrugs his shoulders. “Guess we can check inside the venue.”

Sure enough he is inside the venue and messing with his drums. “When exactly did you get here?” Sam asks as he climbs onto the stage.

“Not too long ago.” Danny shrugs his shoulders. “I guess.”

“Hey, Danny, I can’t find your–” Jake, who’s still standing on the floor with Josh, spins around to face you. You’re stopped only a few feet away, nearly colliding with him if you hadn’t looked up. “-phone..”

“Damn, maybe I left in the hotel.” Danny stands up from his drumkit and feels around in pants pockets. “Oh! Nope, right here. Sorry..”

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Jake stammers.

“What did you do?” Sam mutters under his breath to Danny.

“I have a plan to get them back together.” Danny responds.

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“Uh well–I haven’t really thought of much besides convincing her to come back here with me.”

“Smart…” Sam mutters before going back over to his bass.

“I, uh–Danny wanted me to visit for a few days..” You fidget with the button on your shirt and look everywhere but his face. You didn’t have to see his eyes to know that he’s angry. And rightfully so. “I’m just gonna head back to the hotel.”

“Don’t forget, dinner at 7!” Danny calls out after you.

Jake turns back to face Danny and throws his hands into the air. “What is she doing here?” He says as he approaches the stage.

“Visiting for a few days,” Danny shrugs his shoulders. “Didn’t think it’d be a problem.”

“A prob-” Jake scoffs. “Yes, it’s a problem! I don’t want her here!” He slams an open palm on the floor of the stage. “I want her anywhere near me, understand?” He says pointing a finger only at Danny.

“What about dinner?” Sam chimes in.

“She’s not coming.” Jake says as he folds his arms over his chest.

Danny drops his drumsticks on his kit. “I already invited her.”

“Well uninvite her.”

“I can’t do that! Jake, you’re being rude!”

“I’m being rude?” Jake says as he points his finger at his own chest. “Me?” He scoffs. “I’m sorry if I don’t want to be stuck in the same fucking room as my ex! She’s not coming to the dinner, end of discussion.”

–

How could she be here? Why did he bring her back here? And why am I suddenly nervous?

Jake huffs as his hands shake while buttoning his pants. “Pull yourself together.” He grumbles. Finally buttoning his pants, he grabs his shoes and slips them on. Grabbing a few necklaces, he clasps them around his neck and straightens them out over his chest. Running a hand through his hair, he gives himself a quick look in the mirror before retrieving his wallet and phone and heading out of his hotel room.

He rushes down the hall towards the elevator knowing that he’s already late and will most likely be chewed out once he gets down to the lobby. The elevator doors open and he’s met with you. You stand there holding a takeout bag. Clearing your throat, you step out of the elevator.

“Jacob..”

“(Y/N)..” He steps into the elevator and turns back to face the doors to see you sighing and walking away as the doors close.

As much as he tried to keep you off his mind by keeping a conversation with Josh, his thoughts still drifted to you. He couldn’t stop thinking about you alone in the hotel with only your takeout. He felt a small bit of guilt because he forced Danny to uninvite you to dinner tonight.

Grabbing his drink, he finishes it off and signals for the waitress. She comes back over and greets him with a smile. “Would you like another, sir?”

He flashes her a smile and shakes his head. “May I have the check please?”

“Ohh, Jake is paying?” Sam sarcastically gasps before chuckling and returning to his conversation with Danny.

“Of course, sir. I’ll have that right away.” The waitress before clearing their empty dishes from the table and walking away.

Once back at the hotel and everyone was in their respective rooms, Jake slips out of his room and goes down the hall to yours. Why am I here? Why am I doing this? Sighing, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and begins to walk away when he hears the door unlock and swing open.

“Jake?” He turns around to find you standing there in nothing beside your bathing suit and pair of sandals. You have a towel of your own hung over your arm and your hair pulled up into a ponytail. “Did you need something?”

He goes to open his mouth but chews on the inside of his cheek instead.

“Well I uh..”

“I’m heading down to the pool.. You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like..”

He stammers again before spitting out a full sentence. “No, I should probably go back to my room..”

You slowly nod your head. “Alright then..” You say before turning away and going down the opposite direction towards the elevators.

Leaning against the door of his hotel room once back inside he palms himself over top of his pants. Seeing you, in only your bathing suit, made the blood rush to his dick. No. Stop it. She left you. She hurt you. Remember that.

Groaning, he pushes off the door and walks over to his bed. But you looked so beautiful. The way your suit hugged every curve of her body so perfectly. Your breasts, the way they popped out just a little over the top of the cups.

He’s so painfully hard at this point, imagining every single detail of your body. As much as he despises you, he misses feeling how soft your skin is, hearing your giggles as he traces your hips with the tips of his fingers. He misses how you sound when you cry out his name. He misses how good you feel.

Pulling himself back into a sitting position, he runs a hand down his face and leans on his knees. Taking his phone from his pocket, he opens a new text and types out a message.

–

Pacing back and forth in front of the bed, he chews on his thumb nail as his other hand rests on his hip and his heart races in his chest. He tries to take a few deep breaths. A knock comes on the door and his heart plummets into his stomach. Walking over to the door, he unlocks it and pulls it open. You stand there in the hall outside his door clutching your towel to your body, your body visibly shaking from the cold air.

He brings you inside his room and closes the door behind you. “Wh-What did you want?” You ask clutching the towel closer to your body, you shivering from the cold. Pulling you into his body, he presses his lips to yours. The heat from his body seeps through your towel and permeates your skin. What is he doing? What are you doing? Why aren’t you stopping him?

He presses your bodies tighter together and grinds his hips into yours. You can feel how hard he is and you know he must be dying. Unfolding your arms you drop the towel and your bag and wrap your arms around his neck.

He staggers backwards until his legs hit the bed and plops down with you straddling his waist. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, your focus being pulled away by the feeling of his tongue wrestling with yours. Succeeding with the buttons you slip his shirt off. He brushes his fingers along the straps of your bathing suit before pulling them down your arms. You slip them out and he pulls the suit down your body allowing your breasts to fall free of their confines.

“So beautiful..” You hear him whisper before sucking on one of your breasts.

He pulls away after a few seconds and rolls you over onto your back. Grabbing hold of your crumpled suit, he pulls it the rest of the way off and tosses it to the floor. Undoing his pants, he pushes them down his legs and kicks them away. His cock, solid as a rock, bobs around as he moves back onto the bed. Nestling himself between your legs, he effortlessly pushes his cock inside. The instant relief he feels as soon as he makes contact causes him to groan.

With his head buried into your neck as he picked up his pace, he couldn’t see the tears falling down your face. It wasn’t the pain from him fucking you but the pain you felt coming from him with every thrust he gave. Taking out his frustrations with each one.

Slowly he comes to a stop before ceasing his movements all together. You can feel his body shaking as he holds you tightly.

“Jake?”

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead he removes himself from inside of you and rolls his body over to pull himself up into a sitting position.

“Jake..”

“I can’t do this..”

You sit up as well and rest your hand on his shoulder. “We don’t have to..”

“I want to!” He exclaims before burying his face in his hands. “But I’m still so fucking hurt.. I feel as if I’m not good enough for you.”

“Not good–Jake, that’s not true.”

You can’t see his face but you tell by the way his jaw clenches he’s fighting back his tears. “Then why did you leave me?” His voice cracks. He turns his head slightly to glance at you over his shoulder.

“I–l..” You stammer as you pull your hand away from his shoulder. “I did what I thought was best for me but I also didn’t want to be the reason you and him grew apart. This band–Jake–this is your dream. I couldn’t risk you losing Danny over something so childish..”

“You think our relationship was childish?”

“No!” You groan. “Our relationship was special–What I meant was childish was the way things transpired after we told Danny about us.” You graze your hand gently along his jaw and gingerly wipe away the stray tear that falls down his cheek. “I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough and I’m sorry that I hurt you. If I could go back and change everything, I would, but I can’t.” Your own tears begin to fall again. “But I still love you–and I don’t expect you to forgive me nor do I expect you to still love me too..”

He sighs and lowers his head. “Of course I still love you.” He softly speaks as he rests his hand against yours on his face.

Reaching over towards him, you press your lips against his. He slowly begins to deepen the kiss. Not out of lust but out of passion, love, want, and need. Twisting his body and not once breaking the connection, he hovers over you. Hitching your leg up on his hips, he picks up where he left off. Hearing you moaning his name spurred him on. It didn’t take long until he found a steady pace that was good for the both of you.

The headboard began hitting the wall followed by a pounding of a fist against the other side. “Jake!” You both hear Josh’s muffled voice. “Now is not the time!”

The both of you burst into laughter. “Put on some headphones!” He shouts back. “Now where were we?”

You giggle and roll the two of you over so that you are on top. Planting your hands on his chest, you roll your hips a little before lifting them and sinking back down. You kept the pace until you could feel him twitch inside of you.

“Well that quick.” You smirk.

His hand connects with your ass cheek as he laughs. “I haven’t had sex in three weeks–I needed this.”

“Wait for me, I’m almost there.” You say. Reaching his hand between the two of you, he rubs his thumb against your clit with a little pressure. “Oh fuck..”

He feels your walls clench around him but he doesn’t stop. He thrust his hips upwards pushing himself deeper inside of you. “Come on baby, cover me.” He urges. Finally you both reach your climax and he’s crying out your name. Coming down from your high, you move from on top of him and collapse onto the bed beside him. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heart as it races inside.

It was quiet for a little while. Neither one of you is speaking a word. But lifting your head to look at him, you find that his eyes are closed and light snores coming from his mouth.

Hearing your phone buzz from your bag, you untangle yourself from Jake as softly as you could as to not wake him. Climbing out of bed, you grab your damp towel to wrap around your body and grab your phone from your bag.

Josh’s name shows on the screen followed by his text.

Are ya’ll done? Can I sleep now?

You stifle your laughter and send him a message back before climbing back into bed. Jake stirs a little as he turns onto his side. His eyes slightly open and he gives you a lazy smile.

“I fell asleep..” He grumbles.

“Not for long..” You say cuddling back up to him.

He wraps his arm around your body and pulls you close. Afraid of ever letting you go again. He also makes a mental note to talk to Danny–to straighten things out and apologize. But for now, all he wanted to do was sleep and keep you close to him.

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[toomanyopinionss]

Heartstopper season 2 was

mf GOLD

i just finished so i’m very much head empty but three of the biggest things i need off my chest rn:

1. JOE MF LOCKE AND KIT MF CONNER.

the CHEMISTRY this season was off the charts amazing. And the last ten minutes of episode 8 had me ugly crying, gotDAMN. this is what happens when you invest bright creative incredible people like alice oseman to bring their ideas and stories to life.

and now i’m crying again, fuck 😭

2. ISAAC ARE YOU SO SERIOUS YESSSS

Representation in media is something that’s important to a lot of people and it obviously takes different forms. but it also mean’s different things. Just because i’m a big black muslim woman doesn’t necessarily mean that i instantly relate to every big person or black woman or hijabi that graces my screen.

but let me fucking tell you

when isaac was standing in that fucking gallery talking with the student about being aroace with crush culture by conan gray playing in the background i’ve NEVER felt more fvcking seen in my mf life. it was one of my favorite viewing experiences all year, and i’d give anything to relive it.

3. ELLE ARGENT

When i tell you that Elle was EVERYTHING this season. she owned the screen every time she was on it. the outfits, the confidence, the smiles. She looked so happy, it radiates off of her, and Yas did so well portraying that glow. she’s literally barbie, i don’t make the rules. she could do👏🏾no👏🏾wrong i swear. between her and isaac, i can’t tell you who my favorite character was.

10/10, everything i wanted and more. i’m so f happy right now

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Why Characters Matter- Witcher S3 (Vol. 1)

Full spoilers for our four lead character arcs in S3 of The Witcher are below. I am going fully off of memory. I swear, I only have good things to say. (Especially my favorite idiot, he made me cry)

To me, character drives the heart of shows and I finally feel like Witcher has gained some of its heart back.

My biggest problem with Witcher Seasons 1-2 is that I felt like we had no reason to believe our core 4. They had almost no reason to hang out.

Why should I care about Geralt and Jaskier's friendship? Geralt fucking hates him! Jaskier has spent most of his life hated, disliked, or ignored. Hell, in season 2 Jaskier had better chemistry with Yen than Geralt did.

Why should I care about Yennifer/Geralt? I know it's going to happen, and honestly, they spend all of their on-screen time fucking! They never hang out as friends, or people trying to get to get to know each other?

This show took my every criticism and said 'Okay, bet'. It made me fall in love with these characters again. This is a really solid season of television with heart, better cinematography and writing.

NOW: For background. I've seen all of the show and played a bit of the game. I also went through a 'lore of Witcher' phase on YouTube analyzing the books. Add onto all that a full 2 years of my life reading fanfic (Geralt/Jaskier, Jaskier/Yen, Geralt/Yen, or all of them in a poly relationship). I am no expert in the series, but where the show failed me, I went to other forms of the story.

So when I say I care about these characters, I am not talking out of my ass. I am going to go character by character and explain why this season helped me care again.

Ciri: Season 2 she was just kind of there? Yeah, she was learning, but she was a plot device. Yen wanted her, the Witchers wanted her, etc. In Season 3 I finally see a girl desperate for connection and safety. She asks all three adults what she should be in life for advice because shes scared. ('I see a powerful ruler regardless of what you do', 'in the future, if you are queen you're life will be shit'. and 'I like who you are now, focus on that and what makes you happy')

She is also SO SMART. I love she tries to impress Geralt with her monster knowledge. That she is really giving it her all with Yen and magic. But she knows that she just can't fit in with the Sorceress, and feels that she's wasting her gifts with Geralt. I know how her story ends and it hurts me to know that her optimism might just get crushed. SHE'S A CHILD!!!!

Yennifer: I AM SO SORRY I DOUBTED YOU! She is the boss ass bitch, I love her, and I fully forgive her for her self-sabotaging in Season 2. She genuinely wants to try to repair shit with Geralt. GENUINELY APOLOGIZING. Starting slow, showing Geralt that she's not just trying to be friendly for a cheap fuck. They spend time together. She is at war trying to balance her circles of influence AND take care of a kid. When she talks to her old friends, I SEE that being vague and secretive is hurting her. BUT SHE HAS TO for her family.

This is the first time I looked at Yen and thought 'She loves him'. All the 'magic kiss slowmo' bullshit didn't work for me. But when she wrote out 'your friend Yennifer' I BELIEVED HER. She's also so funny? Her struggle wearing masks is so relatable, and her teaching Ciri is heartbreaking.

GERALT: I LOVE THIS FUCKING HIMBO. He's trying to balance opening up, running away from authorities, and being a decent role model for his kid.

HE APOLOGIZED! MULTIPLE TIMES! For all his shitty actions! He does it so casually and earnestly! To Jaskier, Yen and Ciri. I don't know where this development happened, but GOD, I love it. He opens up!!!! He smiles, he get's soft, and he gets scary when he needs to!

He went from 'uncaring baddass' to 'oh god, he's a socially awkward nerd'. I finally see a Geralt I recognize. He's smart, and skilled but still struggles with socializing and doing what is right.

EPISODE 5 OH MY GOD. I am so happy they split this series up so we can stew in the cliffhanger!!!

I was on the edge of my seat. Geralt and Yen trust each other so implicitly they're able to make plans on the fly!

Jaskier: He's my favorite. Always has been. (I can write a paper on him this season I swear)

I went into this season expecting him to be in maybe a few scenes, but NO. My man was relevant to the plot.

1.) PLEASE GO TO THE OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK AND LISTEN TO THE JASKIER ORCHESTRAL STUFF. It's so fucking fun! All plucky, and it sounds like you're going on an adventure and falling in love. 'Lessons in Smiling', 'He's a Spoon'.

2.) I FUCKING LOVED WHAT THEY DID WITH VALDO MARX. I was in no way spoiled, I didn't even know he'd show up. So I literally had to pause I squealed so loud. I wanted Jaskier to be treated well, and I wanted CANON Valdo Marx! I GOT BOTH! Also, All is Not As It Seems is a banger, but maybe overplayed. As Valdo deserves! You get the sense that Valdo is chasing trends and Jaskier fucking despises this man.

3.) THE ROMANTIC ARC. Now. I was spoiled that he'd get a love interest that was 'evil'. I fully expected a 'Douchebag convinces innocent protag they love them, only to double cross them'. This is how it starts. Jaskier catches on really quickly that he's probably going to get double-crossed.

Jaskier knows this is going to be a whole ordeal, so he tries to be as careful as possible. Seeming interested while keeping a distance. We can see Jaskier holding himself behind a mask, keeping the fun energy but watching Radovid in most scenes.

BUT. Jaskier is a romantic.

He knows this prince is bad news, he knows that. But something is keeping him stuck there. He sees his prince as someone to be suspicious of. A man who is willing to fake being drunk to hit on him. A prince who tries to be coy, and get Jaskier alone to talk. Who is usually there when Jaskier talks to his spy contacts. But...Well, we the audience has never seen how Jaskier acts around someone who genuinely likes him and who isn't afraid to show it.

Jaskier will follow a man who hates him for a good chunk of his life, writing songs about nature, love and heartbreak.

But in all this time he NEVER had someone to seriously listen to him. To see through his music, and lyrics, and look at the person he was.

So when this blonde prince sneaks away from an important party and admits that he's scared. And sings Jaskier one of his songs? Not a story written about adventure, or inuendo, or Geralt. No!

A song about how soft and kind love was because it let you be yourself with someone. How a person craves intimacy, even how music is written with untold words of love and kindness. How Jaskier finally feels complete in life! How Jaskier craves to be with someone, to be seen, even if it ends in heartbreak.

This prince finally SEES him...so.

Jaskier falls in love with Radovid of Redania.

Even if it's just for a night, even if it's just a crush. Jaskier can't help himself. He's the one to close the gap. To initiate the kiss. It's so GOOD.

Now. This is a man with bad intentions who is going to hurt Jaskier. I suspect that Jaskier fucking Radovid gave the 'enemy' enough time to kidnap Ciri. So.

Jaskier has always craved being seen by anyone who would listen. To be liked. To be loved. Here, on this one night, that craving was fully taken advantage of, (maybe)with a goal to hurt a person Jaskier cares about(Ciri, by leaving her alone). Even if it turns out that Radovid isn't involved, that he didn't mean for this, it would break Jaskier. Jaskier would close himself up, much like S1 Geralt, his heart wouldn't be safe with anyone. He will smile again. Dance and sing for adoring fans. But he'll never let someone dangerous in again.

I have always shipped Geralt/Jaskier, I really love reading it. I love angst/unrequited love. Hell, give it a week, and I'll read S3 fic. But this season I saw a Jaskier that didn't need Geralt anymore. Who had moved onto someone who at least seemed interested. Jaskier was simply a happy man doing what he loved. He was a weird Uncle teaching Ciri how to be human. I ADORE the scene where Geralt and Yen are talking and Ciri and Jaskier are secretly watching them. I finally feel like Jaskier is an accepted member of this family.

4.) Just seeing someone finally be comfortable in their own skin was so nice in this show. He's a funny, awkward, and sometimes charming guy. He's anxious ass all he'll, and scared and trying to rationalize the shit that's happened to him. He runs around doing stupid shit because he cares about his friends. He's not attached to Geralt's hip, and the audience gets a sense Jaskier has a life! I fucking love this man, and how he tries to seem brave around literal superhumans.

This season treated Jaskier, like how fandom on AO3 treated Jaskier, with respect, joy, and a plan to break his heart!

[drdt-headcanons]

I wanna do one HC per character :)

Teruko Tawaki ~ She’s gotten into the craziest trouble before. Like she’s probably been framed for a crime and then let out at like the last second, or joined a gang by accident and then ran away.

Xander Matthews ~ He is a huge history buff and although he doesn’t agree with most things in history, he uses successful tactics other historical advocates used for his own protests and rebellions.

Charles Cuevas ~ his parents were highly against him doing chemistry, and had no idea he was even pursuing it until he won an award in highschool for it. They knew he took chemistry class and aced it, but they didn’t know the hours he spend after school were not actually gardening, but it was him studying and doing high level chemistry experiments.

Ace Markey ~ he tried to be a basic white boy back in middle school to become more popular, but he missed the memo and accidentally ended up dressing like a basic white girl instead 😭

Arei Nageishi ~ she’s definitely a hello kitty girl, but the stereotypical bitchy one

Rose Lacroix ~ she’s drank the paint water so many times by mistake she can’t even differentiate the taste between real water and paint water anymore

Hu Jing ~ Hu can also play a lot of other instruments! Although she prefers and likes the Zither out of all of them, she plays piano, acoustic guitar and cello if her high school needed that instrument for smth or someone around town did.

Eden Tobisa ~ Eden was that one super goody two-shoes back in highschool. She always did volunteer work, had pretty good grades, was the founder or in many activist clubs.

Levi Fontana ~ definitely dresses in women’s clothes. He believes clothes aren’t gendered, but he doesn’t go out wearing “women’s clothes” bc he’s worried that his reputation would be slandered.

Arturo Giles ~ he used to own all the ‘girly toys’ like LEGO Friends, and instead of building the kit, he made all the characters have the most insane, toe-curling, suspenseful drama with each other and he would narrate it and do all the voices.

Min Jeung ~ Min gives the meanest death stare. She would get teased in school for having no social life, but once she stared you down, you’d never make fun of her again.

David Chiem ~ He sets his alarm for an hour earlier than he actually has to get up, because it takes him an hour to get up and motivated and out of bed.

Veronika Grebenishchikova ~ She does insane things to impress people she has a crush on. Once, she made a heart that looked and felt exactly like a human heart and gifted it to the person she liked. After that, her reputation was basically ruined.

J Rosales ~ J definitely had a middle school emo phase. Once she disappeared from the media, she cut her hair, dyed it black and started listening to MCR and acted like her life sucked. The rebellion is still in her, but she’s matured and just prefers boyish clothes and dad-rock more than anything.

Whit Young ~ the biggest pop fan to exist. He knows every popular song, artist, but the catch is he only knows them if it’s a female singing. He couldn’t give a crap about male singers.

Nico Hakobyan ~ only likes cartoon shows that star animals, like Bluey. They also like books that star animals, but they prefer to see the animals animated on screen.

//I didn’t mean for this to get so long but ty and I hope you enjoyed the HCs!!!

:)

[queenretcon]

I have slept on it, so here is a mostly unorganized list of every thought currently in my head on the blue beetle movie. lots of spoilers. this is really long.

SHE WASNT BEAS DAUGHTER. I WAS STRESSED.

That was straight up Ted’s origin story. Why did a Jaime movie include Pago island or carapax at all. You could’ve made a movie about one of Jaime’s stories and you literally just adapted Wein Beetle?

(Despite my frustration at it being included in a Jaime led movie, it was a good adaption of that source material. but again, why make it the source material?????)

I don’t know why DC doesn’t believe the best legacy character of all time can stand on his own two feet and why they don’t understand the magic of the three beetles all bringing something radically different to the legacy but it was my biggest frustration.

Despite that, I thought it was a really good movie, and in the end most of the things that frustrated me won’t matter to the kids getting to see themselves reflected for the first time. And people in my theatre definitely enjoyed it. Jenny & Jaime’s kiss got like. A lot of claps. I am not with them in that space but it was nice the movie got applause.

He was a perfect Jaime. I knew he would be, but goddamn. In general, it was a really well-directed and acted movie with great visual design with a script that was very weak at points.

(people clowned on the ‘family makes me strong’ cliche stuff in the trailers and it was very cliche and on the nose in how the script incorporated it.)

I am probably going to see it again soon now that I’m not sleep deprived and sick with anxiety over the whole thing fdjdjjsksk

okay into specific shit I keep thinking about: Bro was that Jarvis’s skull or Dan’s they crushed. that shit is haunting me.

Victoria sucks. Jenny is generic and doesn’t make sense to me but not offensive. I liked Rudy by the end.

I think most of Jenny’s screen time would have been better spent on setting Khaji Da up as a character rather than a resource. That “KHAJI DA” moment was fucking electric when it happened in the comics for the first time and the movie totally mishandled it. Khaji should be a huge presence in a Jaime movie I feel.

On that note, the “Khaji, I need you” was probably one of my fave moments. More of that would’ve made me happy.

The first scene with the transformation was pure fucking joy. They captured perfectly the terror and horror of Hamner’s art in those first few issues when Jaime doesn’t have control yet and the suit looked SO good. I didn’t think it looked bad by any means in previews but even after seeing all those previews I literally gasped seeing it because it looked so much better on the big screen. Seeing the picture perfect recreation of the lights at the fingertips was like a transcendent experience I’m different now

In general the fight scenes were great. I still hate Khaji’s voice and how much the movie version seems modeled after iron man shit but seeing the reach alphabet on screen was like. A level of joy I didn’t expect it to be fjdksksks and the moments of khaji just pulling out toy after toy to an increasingly into it jaime was really fun

I was nervous about grown up milagro because I just personally have a very firm concept of grown up milagro she’s important to my future jli ideas but um. mouthy goth in stompy boots with fishnets who punches hard and calls women hot is actually literally exactly who she is to me so. big fan of that adaption.

They did Bianca DIRTY. I liked that she influenced Khaji to start speaking Spanish (I love that khaji started speaking Spanish) but she felt like a totally different, worse character than comics Bianca who fucking rules. leaving out entirely that she was a doctor frustrated me and could’ve made the Alberto heart attack scene much better. A lot of more interesting character was lost to “streamlining” that wouldn’t have been necessary if they focused Jaime’s movie on Jaime’s supporting cast instead of ted kord fanfic

Killing Alberto was a fucking mistake and focusing a JAIME REYES story on anger and revenge was frustrating. So much of what makes him special was ignored I felt and they tried to make him a more generic superhero type when Jaime was a new kind of hero who influenced a lot of legacies that came after him.

Which leads me to Dan! The decision to make Dan’s connection to Khaji the same as Jaime’s sucked. Jaime is special BECAUSE he can utilize the scarab in a way neither of his predecessors could. They undercut THE PROTAGONIST to make some old white guys look better. It made me very frustrated.

No dentist reference :( pre-law instead :(

Nana being a former revolutionary was delightful, but her using a ted-designed Gatling gun to mow people down completely ruined any attempts to have Jenny stopping kord industries from making weapons matter. That SHOULD have been a good plot point, but the movie couldn’t stand by it.

Here is the section where, despite complaining the movie focused on Ted too much, I focus on Ted too much:

Listen he’s bad at having a secret identity but not “scarab tile mosaic over the secret entrance to his lab” bad

I understand the narrative & social reasons to have Jenny’s mom be what inspired Ted to be a better person than his family but as a Ted fan it did irk me to imply his compassion for the little guy was something he had to learn rather than something he always had that set him at odds with his family. Like I understand why and I don’t have an issue with it being included in this version of the story but I am required to point out it isn’t true of the comics character

I wanted to hate the extended focus on teds lab but omg that’s my friends teds houseeeeee. I loved the suit and the video game console and the fact it was my friends teds houseeeee in a movieeeeee

I lost my goddamn mind at ‘like Batman but with ADHD’ like yes! you correctly boiled him down to his essence!

when Jaime went to put on some of Ted’s clothes I was like ‘lol they’re not putting him in anything Ted would wear’ and then he walked out in a matching silk tracksuit in beetle colors so like yeah movie you got me there he would own that

BUG AS MECHA. I was BESIDE MYSELF.

Like I can NOT stop thinking about that scene. With the bug crawling over the wall while some Ted-as-hell 80s music blared with three of my favorite little comic people inside. I am also different now after this scene. I will probably see this movie in theaters several more times just for this scene.

“Kickstart my heart” being the song tho Ted you are so annoying and I love you

me for most of the movie: SHUT UP ABOUT TED SHUT UPPPPP

me at the after credits scene: if I don’t hear everything about ted right now I will die

I find ‘trapped in a computer’ stories really compelling and unsettling. The chances of me writing movie verse fic with fucked up weird tech horror is high. I love tech horror.

Mike Norton is related to a family friend and from the area and I happened to go to the movie with my family bc I was visiting for my moms birthday and so we did all lose our minds at somebody we’ve met being thanked in a movie credits fjdjdjsksk